11:20p.m.
Ouf, crazy past 24 hours, got back to SJDR, crazy night with Susan, watched a movie, went to sleep, woke up five hours later, went to a meeting with my employer-to-be, ran around town doing errands, took a final, WAIT! I’m not finished with my last posting am I? I am now waiting for a bus back to Rio de Janeiro. Now, where was I? Right, Top of the world...
...It was wonderful. After promenading the top and the side of the mountain, I decided to check out the canyon that connected the back of the gulf and the main ocean. The gap in the land was only a mere 50 feet long, cliffs lining both sides with that impeccable turquoise-blue sea in between. Had I had the conhones, this seemed to be the perfect spot for cliff diving if you could get past looking down a 100 foot drop of rock and cacti. And so after absorbing as much beauty as we could, we started our decent back down to town. After a good mile down, we actually came across that restaurant we had been searching for earlier. A nice looking place, our stomachs decided to eat there. We ate shrimp and pasta on there back balcony over looking the marina and one of Arraial’s beaches. Good food, good alcohol, good view, couldn’t of asked for more for our two year anniversary.
12-01-09
11:54p.m.
Just got on the bus and am leaving for Rio...
And so after our little feast, we walked the rest of the way back to our hotel and went to bed. The following day, I made sure to set my alarm for 5:30a.m. to be able to go watch the sunrise on the beach but unfortunately, that wasn’t early enough. My first thought waking up was: “Fuck, it’s already light out.” So I grabbed my cloths and camera, booked out the door, down the stairs, and realizing that the hotel assistant was sleeping, scaled he front gate because it was locked. Two cigarettes later, I finally found the beach. Although it was safe to assume that the sun had risen above the water, it could not yet be seen from behind one of the islands. And so I watched the sun rise, on the beach, in Brazil.
Going home later that day was, well, interesting... Bus 1: Arraial to Cabo Frio. Piece of cake. Then, when we asked about getting to Barbacena, they told us that the bus only had one vacancy left and the next one wasn’t for another 12 hours. Thank god, we had our guardian angel with us. When we first arrived in Cabo Frio, he helped us find which bus to take to Arraial. Random guy, never even knew his name. But, with a bit of luck, we saw him again that day. We told him our situation and he simply suggested going to Rio first then taking a direct line to São João. Easy enough, and so we got ourselves tickets to Rio and headed there. Regardless of the size of the bus station, we eventually found our way around when we got there. We bought our tickets to SJDR and an hour later, we were off. Interestingly enough, as we waited for the bus, we saw our angel a third time, Coincidence? Maybe, but the rest of our journey went quite smoothly.
12-02-09
6:00a.m.
Sitting on a pier in Rio, watching the smog/fog starting to break around the surrounding mountains (insert clever metaphor). For a big city, sure is damn quite at 6 in the morning; the water quietly breaking over a small rock is the loudest thing around.
...And so as for my Cabo Frio story, that’s the conclusion. It was fun, interesting, beautiful, and relaxing. But, this is not the end of the adventure...
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