the hostel gave us free breakfast every morning which stayed out until like 2 or until it was gone, which sounds late.. but Carnaval takes a toll on you and sometimesss you just dont make it up for the mid-day breakfast which was a ham and cheese sandwich, different fruits and some sort of weird grainy fruit juice that after many discussions, the topic still remains open as to what fruit it was exactly.. and why so grainy? Sometimes, you'd come home so late- you could persuade the chef-lady-maid to sneak you a ham and cheese sandwich as she was putting everything out. I always felt like I won something when that happened. haha I dont know why, but its the same feeling you get when you find that extra starburst that slipped out of the package and into your purse 3 days later. yes ! today is going to be a GOOD day.
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sexta feira - day 2
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JAMMIL BLOCO!!!
Me and Jena cut our one-size fits all huge neon jerseys "Brazilianized " them I guess you could say and rushed down out the door for Barra at 3:00 - for some reason we were under the impression we had to be there at 5... ? But no.. Jammil went on at 9:00 - with a little time to kill, we washed down a few caiparinhas which was so easy to do in the Bahian summer heat, let the street painters paint us with white paint., and took a nap by a light house.
9:00 we line up with the sea of yellow madness- he starts and it was so fun, people were spraying beer like champagne on New Years Eve. We danced for 5k straight.. which isnt long but the bloco goes a bit then stops while he sings- so its nonstop dancing and sweating for like 5 hours. Exhausting. Beer is so much easier available than water- and its cold and cheap, you end up drinking so much out of pure thirst but end up sweating everything out. I took my "Carnaval Camera", I called it, it was a $10 huge piece of plastic that if anyone stole it, oh well...theyd probably have to pay more for the film. On the way home I got a meat skewer from this lady- meat, chicken and sausage all on one skewer- of course didnt even consider the fact they all take different times to cook.. just figured it was a bargain. Went back to the hostel and crashed..
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Day 3, 2.13.10
Saturday! WOO!! Bob Sinclair!!! Buttt unfortunately, my idiot-self has food poisoning from the bargain skewer :( Not horrible because half-way through eating it I was like, this is actually really gross and tossed it. I just couldnt hold anything down :( But tonight was the biggest night, I was determined to make it. Rested all day, took medicine, ate a little bit of rice, tried all kinds of remedies people swore by in the hostel who were from across the world- "Drink flat coke, drink carbonated pepsi from a spoon, eat a banana, take medicine, the aussie told me to eat veggie-mite" (gross by the way, to all you aussies out there) I tried it all. Then sweet swedish Maddy tells me, "Take a shot of vodka to kill the bacteria in your stomach" Kinda sounded a bit off- but then at the same time kind of made sense like "oh of course, why didnt I think of that.. alcohol kills bacteria." Didnt work- puking once again. So i just decided to gut it up and if I puked, I puked.
Tim brought out bodypaint- of course I was not about to miss that, so I got all painted up- battled through a drinking game even and was doing alright until the hostel owner insisted everyone drank a caiparinha he made. The acid tore me apart - so I gave up, fell asleep with bodypaint on to the sounds of drums outside my window :( haha so pathetic. But! I woke up the next morning 75% better :)
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