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It took me around nineteen hours to get to Florianopolis. The ride was a bit bumpy and sitting at the back next to the toilet wasn´t a pleasant experience, in particular towards the end of the trip. I remember I was a bit paranoid about being robbed when a rough looking woman sat next to me half way through the trip, so I decided to transfer all my valuables into my money belt. I´m sure this was an overreaction, probably triggered by the memory of another woman offering her help when I was withdrawing cash in Igazu.<br />

Florianopolis

George Csaszi
2006-02-27 19:12:04

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It took me around nineteen hours to get to Florianopolis. The ride was a bit bumpy and sitting at the back next to the toilet wasn´t a pleasant experience, in particular towards the end of the trip. I remember I was a bit paranoid about being robbed when a rough looking woman sat next to me half way through the trip, so I decided to transfer all my valuables into my money belt. I´m sure this was an overreaction, probably triggered by the memory of another woman offering her help when I was withdrawing cash in Igazu.

Florianopolis is a beautiful city, situated partly on the island of Santa Catarina and mainland Brazil. I was staying in the south of the island, at 'Abergue de Pirata' or 'Pirate´s Inn'. The place in run/owned by an Argentinian family, and open only in the summer.

The smell in the dorm, not entirely unpleasant, reminded me of the weekend house owned by my parents in Hungary when I was little. We also only used it in the summer, however we had mice and sometimes rats, instead of giant cockroaches roaming around. Despite this, the hostel was quite clean, and there was a good atmosphere, especially

In front of Bungalowaround the bar. During my stay I managed to make use of my mosquito net, as there seemed to be a lot of mosquitoes in our dorm at night. Just down the road from the hostel there was a pretty good beach, and an inexpensive restaurant serving fish, beef, or chicken with rice, beans and fries.
I arrived at the hostel very tired, as I stumbled off the bus one of the belts on my bag was caught in the door, which was received with joyful laughter from the local kids. Later I went wondering on the beach, and in the evening I managed to get to know two middle aged Brazilians and two Danish guys. After paying to visit to the centre of Florianopolis the next day I was feeling slightly bored, and decided to take surf lessons. In the following morning over breakfast I met a very friendly young ...

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