Mateo and I spent the last few days in Morro de Sao Paulo, a fisherman's village/tourist trap a couple hours south of Salvador by boat. It was basically the same old boring paradise, a clone of a thousand million identical vacation getaways all over the world. On the way there I sat on the front deck of the boat so that I could see the horizon and get plenty of air, thereby cleverly avoiding the effects of seasickness. Predictably, I proceeded to get sunstroke, which led to me spending the night sweating uncontrollably and vomiting every few hours, with some good explosive diarrhea thrown in to spice things up. I mean, honestly, who gets diarrhea from the sun? How does that even make sense? Isn't the punishment supposed to fit the crime?
Even more predictably, I sat inside on the way back and got very seasick, losing my breakfast over the side of the ship to a less than grateful audience.
Today and tomorrow we spend the day chilling in Salvador, and Saturday we head back to Rio via a 26-hour bus ride. Should be fun.
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2 comments:
tiago. stay home. the outside is dangerous. you could come across things like: air, gravity, light and the chupacabra.
only the outside of boats is dangerous
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