When the time finally came to get out of Sao Paulo, I got on a bus with a friend I made in the hostel, to Florianopolis. He was desperate to hit the beach having just flown out to Brazil from the UK. I was less tempted by the promise of sand and sea having been in Tanzania all winter. We found a relaxed hostel with a great bar and even better selection of dvd's.
The surf scene there is pretty good. I slowly made my way into the sea one afternoon, trying not to scream too much as the surprisingly cold waves snatched at my bikini top. I got talking to a surfer from Rio who seemed keen to make friends, he was a rather scarily forward young man, but then by all accounts and first hand experience, so are all Brazilian men.
We had a long and exhausting jog along the shore and all the way back to our hostel. I failed to keep up with the boys. We all cooked pizza that night and justifiably I ate rather a few too many slices but they were really tasty.
Florianapolis was a good place to relax and the total reverse of Sao Paulo. It was beautiful and green, but when the time came to move on I was ready for the next destination.
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