02/02/2020 – Travel to Remo Hostel, Paraty Mirim, Brasil

We got up and had the hostel breakfast before packing our things and checking out. We got an Uber to the bus station and found our bus. We got on the local bus with a group of young kids who were calling us gringos in a friendly manner and seemed intrigued by us, but eventually ended up asking us for some money. The bus driver let us know when we were outside our hostel ‘Remo Hstel’ about half an hour later, so we hopped off and made our way up the track to our hostel, in the middle of the jungle. Dominique has come with a wheelie suitcase so looked quite Ab Fab dragging her bag up the jungle path. We made it to our bamboo treehouse, which immediately had a commune feel, all incense and hippy music. We got shown to our rooms, Dom and I are sharing and the boys are going to share here. The rooms are made from bamboo and have sarongs for doors. We settled in and had a coffee outside soaking up the atmosphere. It started pouring with rain but we were too hungry to hand around, so bug sprayed up we walked through the puddles to the market. We made ourselves a crisp and salami roll for lunch before walking back through the rain. We passed a market with the weirdest leggy cockerel wandering around, it looks like Mr Tumnus! We chilled in the hostel for the afternoon, playing games of dice and cards and cuddling the gorgeous kitten, which Myself and Dominique named ‘Remo’ after the hostel, but the boys continued to call ‘Graeme Nigel Simpson.’ The kitten had been dumped on the hostel, still had no name, but keeps being bullied by the other bigger cats. We all had a bit of a nap before freshening up and braving the rain again. We went to a minimarket which advertised itself as a pizzeria, but it turns out had no pizza! Instead we shared 1KG burgers between two, they were absolutely huge but totally delicious. The food in Brasil has been the best so far - even fast and cheap food is really tasty here. We walked home and had caiprinhas in the hostel, drinking a bottle of Peters Cachasa he had given us when we left.