The past week has been chaotic, busy and over subscribed. Every day has a long list of to dos and people to see. I should count myself lucky.
Aside from moving out of my lovely house in Chorlton, and making a temporary home at my parents’ house, I have managed to reach season 4, episode 8 of Breaking Bad. I realise I’m behind the rest of the world, but I’ve hammered this series for the past 5 weeks and though disappointed I didn’t reach the end, I’m pretty happy I even started. I’ve enjoyed it immensely and if Netflix will somehow work in Brazil, then I’d be happy.
I have dozens of pictures to post at some point soon.
In the last 48 hours we’ve come from Corby to Salvador and I’ve seen a cockroach the size of my ear flying around the street. I didn’t know they fly! Might have to reconsider this whole idea. Maybe travel around Cornwall instead.
I balled at the airport after my Mum and Dad left, backpack on, such a cliche. The flight was the longest I’ve ever done, or will do (8.5hrs) and I’ve never been so happy to get to a sweltering, never ending passport control queue.
The area we’re staying in is the historical district, Pelourinho, and I think that was a good decision. The whole city looks (from the back of my taxi last night) sprawling and gigantic and pretty rough, aside from these half a dozen old restored streets, houses all painted in bright colors and turned into hostels and restaurants and bars . We had some food last night that was kind of like ‘if Brazil had an Asda, you’d probably buy this pizza there’ from a place near by, and a couple of beers. Then I slept for a measly 7 and a half hours, I’m awake now anticipating the unlimited breakfast included at this hostel! They obviously knew I was coming.