Day 13 in the Big Brutha Special Bus

LISA MAKES A JOKE

Number of ice creams: 5

Since we a living in the land before clocks we all managed to get up and ready for 7am without realising! Today´s plan is to visit Salvador although Kit went decided to abstain from the procedings and go body boarding...what? You have had enough of us already, I find that hard to believe :) So let´s say PraÇa De Se at 1700 hours?!

We navigated the public buses and luckily with our quick-slimming-14-stone-in-a-day diet we had no problem fitting through the turnstiles made for those token anorexic big bums that the Brazilian ladies have.

We discovered the city on foot, thankful to not be in the bus for a day. Cobbled streets, beautiful churches, the old city (where the cemetary was), Jorge the military policeman who regaled us with his heartwarming stories of how he hates Americans, once we had regaled him with our stories of not being American of course!

Despite rising fears we did manage to meet Kit at the arranged spot almost at the arranged time which gave us plenty of opportunity to scope out the weirdos in the bus station...it´s the same wherever you go! Oh, and we found the best ever ice cream shop in the world ever with the best ever banana ice cream ever (...one for the books there Madtin!) Once the gang were reunited we headed to Sao Francisco church, which was stunning aside from the angel statues with bulbous heads and deformed faces. It took 27 years to complete all the gold guilding.

We went to a bar then to a restaurant where Johnboy got a portuguese pronunciation lesson from the waiters...it must have been that french in a day tape you listened to before you came to the portuguese speaking country of Brazil that confused them Mr :)

On the way home we spent a significant amount of time bartering with the taxi driver over $R2 and ended up giving it to him in tip for his boy racer impression when he blared Sting´s I´ll Be Missing You (portuguese style) whilst driving us home.