From Rio, I lugged it down to Isle Grande – reminding me how much I hate my backpack of bricks. Making me look through it again for the 103rd time trying to find something that I can throw out or give away – but I couldn’t find anything.
Visiting an enormous amount of beaches, they all began to
look the same as I took a boat around the entire island doing a beach marathon
with a group of others, visiting each beach for about 10 -15 minutes - not even
getting a t-shirt after completing. With
no cars being on this island except for emergency vehicles, I made it nice to
be able to gorge yourself at the dessert carts then roll yourself to your
hostel or nearest toilet without the worries of traffic.
My inability to make plans landed me homeless after 3 nights
since it was an unknown to me that a holiday weekend was approaching. With a population of 3,603 people and with
about 3,600 pousadas, there was no availability for mangy backpackers.
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