Saturday was an early start with a long drive towards the coast over the coming days, via the small town of Brotas. With it taking 2 days to get there we had a long drive day on the first day to allow us a more relaxing day after. Come evening we ended up camping in a service station car park on concrete which was interesting, being joined by the Tucan truck. I however accidentally stayed up all night drinking inside the service station.
Sunday was a much shorter day in terms of driving, although it was confusing knowing what time of day it was in the morning. We basically crossed the state border the day before which meant the clocks went forward an hour, but it turned out that that evening was daylight saving so they went back again. This meant confusion in waking up. En route to Brotas we stopped at a service station for lunch which sold lots of local Brazilian snacks. We arrived in Brotas by early afternoon which gave me time to relax by the pool, although it was ridiculously humid. Gus and Cameron didn't arrive until early evening, and after dinner which was chicken and rice we had a few drinks. It's nice because we're now paralleling all the way to Rio.
Come morning there was the option to go tubing or rafting, although I just decided to have a relaxing day after failing to make it to bed the previous night, instead sleeping under a tree with my inflatable crocodile in the morning. Lunch was pumpkin soup, and after lunch I just sat by the pool until dinner, where we also had a punch made. Dinner was lasagne which was really good, and after dinner we met the other trucks for drinks.
Tuesday was an early start for a relatively long drive to our next stop in Paraty. As I accidentally didn't make it my tent again, sleeping outside by the pool this time, I spent much of the morning asleep on the truck. En route to Paraty we stopped at Ubatuba for lunch and a swim on the sandy beach before arriving in our beachside hostel by late afternoon. Located on the Brazilian Emerald Coast, Paraty is part of a dazzlingly-beautiful strip of land sandwiched between the verdant green hills and the sparkling waters of the Atlantic. Tropical islands, deserted beaches and picturesque coves with excellent swimming and diving make it the perfect place to relax. Come evening we had a pizza buffet at our hostel before having an early night to catch up on sleep. I however slept so well I fell off the top bunk in the night and cut my right leg open which bloody hurt.
Wednesday was the day of the infamous Paraty booze cruise, a dragoman trip which my guide has never attended without someone getting injured which would also never pass UK health and safety apparently. We still attended however, leaving at 10. With free drinks on board it was an early start on the booze. The boat trip itself took us round local islands and beaches where we were able to swim and go on local beaches. It was very scenic and a right laugh and no one was injured which was good. After the cruise I continued into the town, pub crawling round the cobbled streets and having dinner at subway. After dinner we continued joining the locals on the square before heading to the beach to go stargazing.
Come morning I somehow woke up on the beach to an amazing sunrise, and probably also zika virus being exposed to the mosquitos all night. After the sunrise I found my way back to the hostel and slept for the morning. Come lunchtime I headed into the historical centre of Paraty walking round the cobbled streets grabbing some lunch at a local restaurant. I then spent much of the afternoon relaxing on the beach. Come evening we met our group for a farewell dinner to say goodbye, and I won the awards for most impressive fart of the trip, worst Spanish speaker, and the most likely to be attacked by an animal. We then met the other trucks for a few drinks to say goodbye to them.
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