Waking up in Barra With Swollen Cuticles

Brazilian Acaraje

I am so happy to finally be here. To wake up, look out of the window and see the sea right thurr makes it all worth it. I got through baggage claim at about 10 pm. Cacicque, the taxi driver that Daniel (the guy that I am renting the apartment from) sent for me was standing there with big smiles as I walked through arrivals, holding a notebook open with my name in big ass letters written across two pages. As soon as I got out of the airport I made my way to the arcarje stand opposite.

I’ve Left Brazil And The Rogue Trader Wants Money For A Light Bill

So I’m on MSN messenger a couple of minutes ago and my Brazilian friend, who we sent the money to to pay the agent for the apartment we rented came on and tells me how the agent called him asking him for money for the LIGHT BILL. I can’t believe the nerve of this man. He is a con artist to the core.

Brazilian Rogue Trader Had A Prostitute Posted Up In My Apartment

You know sometimes you get an off feeling about someone and you don’t follow that feeling. You fight against it and convince yourself that everything will be ok. I got a funny feeling about Micheal. I should have never gone ahead with booking an apartment from him. I mean who spells Micheal MICHEAL? That alone seemed dodgy to me right there.

The Slave Quarters

Battered Sofa

In the post “Trip to Mangue Seco” I spoke about how when Neville stayed the night at the apartment, we offered him the upstairs room to sleep in and how when he heard noises in the night that he thought were insects or creatures of some sort, he did a runner.

Booking My Brazil Apartment

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During the course of the day I started thinking about the apartment in Brazil I had booked and how the dude I was renting from still hadn’t replied to my email. (I have sent like 3 so you know that’s serious) To give a bit of background information I emailed they guy about 2 weeks ago and asked him what was going on as I hadn’t heard back from him and I didn’t know what was going to happen when I got there… how I was going to get the keys etc… so anyway I get through to his phone in Belgium (after the phone had been cut off for the past week) and his wife picks up and after a lot of scuffling around he comes to the phone and sound surprised that I am calling