Beach time in Florianopolis

And I finally arrived! Took an extra day to get my luggage in Sao Paulo (´Sampa´), but then loosing my bag meant I got to see my cute friend Juliana, a local ´Paulistana´who proved to me that even though Sampa is a big metropolis with 17 million souls in it, there are some really nice areas to go and visit. They´re just not that easily accessible unless you have a car.

And today, after a 10 hour bus ride to Florianopolis sleeping on a couch that could have beloged in first class section of an airplane, and then 1 hour trying to find this beach. I finally arrived in Barra da Lagoa to find that: yes, there is a gorgeous beach... A PRAIA E BEM LEGALE! it keeps going for tens of kilometers as far as the eye can see, and yes there is a really nice hostal on a hill called XXXXX (you really think Im going to tell!) overlooking the rain-forested bay with a little town and sea beyond. Damn its a nice spot. That 1.50 GBP of beer getting my friend drunk really did go a long way!

I just spent the last hour or so getting to know a couple of beautiful Israeli girls, Gen and Ruth (thats what it sounded like, not so sure how to spell) while sitting around soaking some sun on the beach.. They´ve both just finished their 2 years of military service and its a tradition to go travelling for a year before they start university.. In fact there are heaps of Israeli guys travelling all over south america.. They usually hang together in groups and rarely mix but when they do they are pretty fascinating to talk to.. they seem like people who´ve gone through some heavy shit and look at the world a different way. I probably would too if I´d just seen war first hand and then moved to paradise.