Como uma lagosta
Sunday, July 1st, 2007Yesterday, at the beach, I started the day as the whitest guy there. Today, the following morning, I am swiftly becoming the reddest dude here.
The Brazilian sun is hot, and sneaky. I didn’t feel like I was getting burned, but then, I haven’t been out in the sun long enough to get a sunburn since I was earning quarters mowing my grandma’s lawn. Luckily, I didn’t get it too bad. I did use sunscreen, but I either didn’t get myself well enough, or the American stuff we brought from home is bunk.
I think today is the day to buy some legitimate Brazilian-tested sunscreen, particularly considering that we’re getting ourselves ready to leave for an island tour in about 3 hours. I don’t remember what islands there are, but there are two, and the first is completely uninhabited (minus the cafe there for the tourists). It’s a whole day ordeal as well: we leave at 9 and come back around 6… assuming we can book some tickets. Yesterday we tried to hit up the hostel we stayed at last week (Barra Guest House — awesome place by the way), because they arrange that sort of thing, but we got there too late, after the booking offices had closed. So, the owner of the hostel, Russell, told us to just go to the ticketing booth directly. I’m hoping it works; it should prove to be a fun time.
And assuming we go, pictures will be up tomorrow.