D is for duck monster...and Dave

You still here? So yeah, there we all were in Paraty a charming little town with cobbled streets and loads of character. Got there at night and checked in to a hostel with Dave and Mark, and ran in to Jonty and Maccin who we´d met on Ilha Grande. Add on Edd who we´d met in Rio and chuck in Gigi, a sweet, crazy Italian (the hips never lie) and we had the crew. Roasting weather, a day out on a private boat (more swimming in crystal clear waters with tropical fish - snore) a trip to a surf beach and a night out in the centre which was littered with authors and book-types (got in at 6am after dancing with Dave in the dingy Irish bar) and that was Paraty. Yeah, loved it didn´t I?











And then there were three. Me, Duncan and Dave headed off for another island. Ilhabella. It was a bit rubbish if we´re honest - really expensive, hard to get around and the worst bit was the boys making me do an intermediate hour long trek to a waterfall (guys, it was pants) where I got bitten to shreds (again) and didn´t even have a dip because the water was stone cold Steve Austin. But I laughed. Hard. For the entire time we were there...



Dave fell in love with us (clearly) and changed his plans so he could tag along to Sao Paulo. We fell in love with Dave (one maybe more than the other) and were glad of his (hilarious) company. Spent 2 nights in the city, wandered the streets, went out for dinner, did our best to dodge the duck monster and met up for drinks with Mark. Then came the emotional goodbye at 1am. All too quickly. And I´ve been blue (dah ba dee dah bah dah bah dah bah dee) ever since.