So we are on a island called santa catarina right now. We stayed a night in centro (centre to yu fools in engand), it was real borin - expensive restaurants, pretentious malls with scabby overpriced stuff, and a kinda borin hostel with no signs of life.
So we decided to come stay in the quaint fishing port of bara da lagoas (maybe i can spell). Its stunnin here - beautiful beatches, mountains and an incredible bakpaker hostel. But dont be fooled by the quiet exterior, these locals still throw down when it comes to partys.
View of the jetti from the hostel (i guess thats what it is), coz it aint a viaduct or apier??
sinead all up on the hostel balony.
I went on various little descovery adventures - climbing, walking, finding stuff (new beaches, sticks, nice shells).
nice house on a walk.
view from another mini adventure.
I customised my vest and chucks. The vest is ironic (peole read nunc? which when they read is as a question as if to say ´what does nunc mean´. But nunc means nothing and makes no sense - hence the irony. Dont worry im confused too).
As i mumble along in this essay i am feelin the effects of one of those partys mentioned b4 - an all night rave on the north of the island - disguisting techno from 8pm-8am - crunk. But still kinda fun.
C below - the pary continues (11am - grimey)
sinead = centre.
I have been snorkeling or surfin each mornin - saw puffer fish (which remind me of swimmin poos), hermit crabs and a load of other colourful fish.
Below is the bridge to the hostel.
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