I think I´m actually melting
Day 67: Paraty, Brazil
Maybe it was jealousy as our sweet 3rd story pad, but our bunkmates at Botafogo were the worse we´ve ever had–ever worse than that guy with his crazy night noises in Uvita, Costa Rica! They were all up at 5:45am, talking really loud and slamming doors and opening the window to let in bright sunlight that looked more like midday than early morning. One of them had dragged the mattress of the bed (bottom bunk, sucker!) to try to get more air from the fan but had left the room and was sleeping on the couch outside the room when we left. What the hell?!
We were out of there by 8am to catch the bus to a beach town called Paraty (Brazilians pronounce it “Para-chi,“ t = ch sound) about 4 hours from Rio. It was a pleasant, chilly air conditioned ride which made it absolutely impossible to breath when we stepped off the bus in 98 degree heat, 46% humidity! We tried to find the Geko Hostel near the beach but we ended up walking back and forth between town and the beach 3 times before we found and internet cafe to get the phone number and call them to see where the hell they were located! Instead they offered a free taxi to come pick us up and told us that they had just opened under that name and hadn´t put up the sign yet so not even the locals knew what or where the Geko was.
As soon as we settled in, we went back out to town (about a 10 minute walk from the hostel/beach, beach is just across street from hostel) to find something to eat. It was so incredibly hot that our sweat was sweating. It was dripping from every centimeter of skin it could possibly cover. We wanted to dip into the water on the beach but the beach in town is kinda crummy so we just sat around most of the day on the beach drinking really cold beer.