how i left the island and got myself a brazilian cowboy hat

well.
so the chick and i had just bussed our asses to get to florianopolis, and then meet up with her pololo nick and his buds...and they tell us they got plans to leave the island the very next day.
i opposed this on principle. we just couldnt leave the island just like that could we? well we did. went to a cute little beach town north on the mainland called ferrugem, which once i saw it i loved it...we rented a little house from the owner of a little pousada which is like an inn which meant we got to use the pool and eat breakfast there, which was fat as fuck, fresh fruits and bread and honey and mermelada and manjar for those at like it, strong as shit coffee and all the juice and bread and cheese and fruit you wanted for 3 reales...like a buck and a half...we also got to use the pool there and i took to spending the morning reading by the pool..
i had run out of books to read so nick loaned me a book in spanish and i actaully did ok with that.
so what can be said about that week...well..they got big ass bugs in brazil, and of course i have to speak my crappy spanish to which they respond in portugese, thats always fun...but i actually did make a little buddy, this guy who basically patrolled the inn at night and would always stop and chat,
this was a party ass beachtown full of tiny bikini wearin chicks and scammin argentinian dudes...just kidding, there was actually a fuckin lot of chileans, some argentinians and some brasilians...
so anyway they had all these discotecas that every night women got in free, so our asses were out dancin a lot...but i dunno i just didnt have the energy for it there somehow so by the middle of the night i would be curled up in a hammock reading and paulo, thats the brazilian dude, would come chat for a second...
it was cool as fuck though that town..i saw a couple more lovely beaches, big bugs, drank with a crowd of chileans every night, spent most mornings by the pool and afternoons at the beach, burned my ass all to hell...
the deal is that bathing suits are just smaller here for everybody, little kids grandmas everybody be showin a bit of butt, you got the whole thing covered it looks a little out of place...so i went and got a new and smaller brazilian bikini and promply burned a stripe on each ass cheek where i had newly exposed skin that had never seen the light of day...

this went on for some time, burn the butt, wear an old suit to allow for some butt recoup...burn turns tan, newer smaller bikini new burn same deal...anyway i was thinkin of going all the way to hella scandalous but this butt burnin business is gettin me down so i think ima stick at my thats a small bikini...

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so we stayed there for a week or so then moved to another beach town also north of the island, during this time the guy i had been dating for a while back in santiago arrived with some of his buds to the island and i was trying to coordinate it so we all met up together, but nick and ash wanted to keep going north and i was tired of playing the violin anyway like 3rd wheel only in spanish they say playing the violin...so i decided to break away from this group and join up with georgie and friends on the fuckin island, cause i never even wanted to leave the island...

so i email jorge and ask where he at and can his ass give me some clear directions..so he hits me back with the town i have to get to and then cross a puente colgante which i figure as hanging bridge then im lookin for a calle angosto, only i didnt catch that as adjective i thought it was the name of the street, then a pub called chill out pub and across the way en el fondo a house that quizas puede ser verde...

so the first part of the trip back im accompanied by two of nicks friends who are heading home to chile and thus need to get to florianopolis center cause thats like the hub if you will, also where i needed to get a bus from...
so its like two and a half hours somethin like that, and i have some seriously intense cramps, so ive been poppin brazilian aspirinas without really realizing how many until we get to floripas and i realize that my ears are ringing and i cant really hear..
thats right i overdosed on brazilian aspirin..when i looked to see how much id taken it was like 10 in two days...

so the dudes leave and i get my tired dizzy cramping cant quite hear ass plus bags over to the bus station to try and figure out how to get to a lil town called barra de lagoa. this is always confusing because there is usually at least one transfer and this time it was like three different buses...but we made it, sal and i...just jumped out as soon as we saw the sign for the town and started asking about hanging bridges and volleyball courts and if anyone knew of a street called agosto...nope..

also bridge in portugese isnt one of those words that sounds almost exactly like bridge in spanish and dont nobody know no english...so this is some long and complicated trek that sal and i do as we head for al fondo...the person who seemed to know about the pub and got the concept of bridge just told us to keep on sigiendo hasta el fondo...

so we did..eventually sal and i saw to our great relief a hanging bridge and on the other side a tiny crooked street, a pub called chill out and a little green house..and this is how i hooked up with the georgie group ears ringing and all...