One week down...

My trip has officially started and, believe it or not, I am enjoying my backpack. It´s kind of fun, kind of cool and I think it may help me lose a little weight in the long run. Here´s hoping anyway. So perhaps the best thing to do is give a little rundown (one word two? who knows and who cares) on what I´ve been doing.

I arrived, which is normal, took a trip to my hippie hostel and promptly fell in lust with the super- hot receptionist, Vigo (or something to that effect). After three days in Rio which included a trip to Jesus Christ Superstar, Sugar Loaf, a quick (if illegal) dip in the Copocabana Palace Hotel (no-one told me you had to stay there), people watching on Ipanema and Copocabana Beach and a fab Favela tour where we flew kites on the roof (petrifying to say the least) we headed to Illhe Grande. Ooh we also took a trip to Lapa and tried to reenact the Snoop Dogg video on those amazing steps, however it didn´t go to plan as unfortunately I was accosted by a crazy man who´d never seen an Indian before. After trying to swallow my face, he told me I had no respect for him and thought of him merely as a little boy. Two words: psycho and boundaries (please omit the and that´ll be two).

So Ilhe Grande beckoned. Basically it´s a very big island. It´s very nice but it rained for three days straight, however on the upside, it provided me with, quite possibly, the funniest incident I have ever witnessed. My travelling buddy and I headed off to the hostel bar (quite a new concept for me as I am not so ofay with hostel etiquette - being nice to everyone can prove quite an effort) and after four mega strong caiparinhas, things got a little rowdy. I told my pal I fancied an Irish man who had a girlfriend, she asked him if he was in love with said girlfriend, he proceeded to call us both C U Next Tuesdays, so my pal kicked him in the balls. Then screamed at him. And probably tried to kick him again while I laughed, alot. Needless to say the rest of our trip was spent trying to avoid anyone who´d been at the bar and suffering from attacks of paranoia and the mother of all hangovers! Ha ha! Oh, how it still makes me chuckle!! We did manage to fit in a trip to the one of the top ten beaches in the world, Lopes Mendes which was utterly gorgeous, then headed off to Paraty on the ferry boat! Yeah, I was totally on a boat (Lonely Island reference).

Since the island incident, we´ve taken the bus to Sao Paulo, where it rained alot, sambaed our socks off at O do Brigadaro (very cool), sat on a another bus for 16 mother-f@%$ing hours and been to Iguazu falls, which all in all, takes me to this moment in time, where I am sat furiously typing away, at a blog that may not be read while sniffling as I am suffering from a cold. No, not swine flu, a cold! Damn weather change.

So I believe that´s all from me. I will now go to the supermarket, buy some cake then go to bed and dry my hood with a hairdryer (but perhaps the other way around). Oh the exciting life of a traveller.

As for the sign off? I will go for the Brazilian favourite, which also relates to this trip...

It´s nice (it needs to be said Borat-stylee)!