We left Ubajara - small little town - with some sort of hells angels equivalent bunch of 12 year olds who the hostel owner had commissioned to take us to the rodaviaria (bus station) on their motorbikes. It was an interesting ride to say the least. We arrived in Fortaleza (it really is a shit hole) an hour early to our horror. We'd had only a couple of hours sleep and no-one woke us up - it was pure chance Nic woke to an empty bus. We got off - toiletries spilt everywhere - a mess. Nic booked us another night bus to take us to Recife that night....or so we thought.
Spent a couple of hours in Fortaleza town decided it was horrid to went to the beach - I forgot my bikini. Sam was literally horrified at the idea of me going in in my underwear. We did manage to get an amazing seafood lunch - and that really was the highlight of the day. Nic and I even left it too late to get a bus back to bus station and rushed in a taxi. Total disaster. Then we're all happy under blankets on the bus ready to leave and we find out we didn't actually have tickets for that day - but a week later. Packed up, ran back upstairs - only 10 minutes to the next (and last) bus. Really didn't want to stay the night in Fortaleza. The woman behind counter was being slow even for Brazilian standards - but so was the bus so 100 reais poorer we made it.
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