There are some things I chose not to worry my parents with. Then sometimes I forget and worry them anyway.
Here's me in my own room. 12 beds, one window, two fans, R$25 a night. Win.
Want some examples? Sure you do.
I went to a town I’ve never been to before, then gave a stranger hundreds of reais upfront to teach me to surf for the next few days. He took me to a remote island alone on the first meeting.
A hostel in the capitol (now I sound like the hunger games!) Was broken into from the roof, the residents were all put in the bathrooms and robbed one night. Turns out several inmates escaped from the state prison last week.
A few friends and I rented a boat and went up a river to find a waterfall today. While we were there, it poured down rain for two hours and the tide came in.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine!”
-famous last words
This post is mostly for shock value here’s what really happened:
I decided to do some independent traveling. I headed to the beach town of Itacaré to do surf and dance lessons. Rather than booking in advance, I got here and talked around and found a private surf teacher for about a third the price of the group lessons I found online. I got up on the first try and have two days of lessons and bigger waves in front if me!
I’m about 400km from the capitol, but the travel world is shaken by that one. Everyone at my current hostel is super relaxed because it’s an ‘everyone knows each other’ kind of town. We’re all fine, as are the travelers that were in the assaulted hostel.
We danced in the rain, played in the most beautiful and gentle waterfall, and lived in the moment rather than from behind a camera! We experienced the jungle canopy at it’s soppy finest, and the boat guide even took us on an extra little tour of the area afterwards.
See guys?
Strangers are only strange until you get to know them. I accept only kindness from friends; it’s been an amazing experience.
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