So we left Jericocoara - all three of us - with terrible hangovers. Sam admited the only reason he actually got out of bed to come was because he was too hungover to think of an alternative plan. He made one mistake - thinking that Nicola and I were in better states to organise this journey than him!
We got in a van to take us somewhere (I cant remember where now) where we needed to get another bus. At some point the driver decided to take us elsewhere - apparantly better. Now, sometimes its good to listen to local advice. Sometimes not. This was one of the latter times. We got there - having driven through bumpy sand on the back of a truck trying not to vomit for a few hours. And there were no buses out of that place! So after much screaming - in Spanish - I cant seem to do angry in Portuguese he took us to EL TRIANGULO - which is basically a triangle of grass in a main road..... but not without having blown his tyre and us having to hitch about 10k. Then we waited at the triangulo for a couple of hours not really knowing if the bus was going to turn up. I have to say that Sam really came into his own. He had a slight tendency towards moodiness that Nic and I had detected and I was terrified he was going to be moody but he was very jovial and I think we may have sort of even had fun waiting in the middle of a main road, hungover as hell and boiling hot.
We got to Ubujara - all a bit of a blur and went to the national park and saw monkeys. It was def. off the beaten track. The only other tourists there were Policemen from Fortaleza and they weren't even proper tourists - they had been sent there for work for the week. Oh and there was a dodgy paedophile with two young girls hiding out in the park. But the monkeys were super cool! And the waterfall was bloody freezing!
OK, I'm blogged out. More soon. Im actually in Rio now so quite a lot to catch up on.
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