i literally have no idea where to start..i feel to do it justice the whole thing should be written in capitals..thats how it felt the whole time!!!!
Executive Summary - Carnival in salvadore = insanity, sweat, sun, sand, beautiful beaches, blue sky, beautiful women (black and white), losing inhabitions, excess, violence, friendships, no sleep, aggression, drugs, mass alcohol, scattered, never ending, 3 million people there just to party for 7 nights straight, cheap beers, ridiculousness, random hostels and apartmnents, stupidity, luck, crime..all in all the best 7 nights you could ever have..
I suppose it would be best to start from the begining..from the airport the taxi driver got lost so we ended up paying 100 real and having to walk 40 mins to our hostel..the girls we were travelling with got there 40 mins before us and left at the same time..we strated drinking beers on the walk as it was to hard to resitst the festival atmosphere any longer..
We had some really good mates from flori and rio (ben, sos, duncan, bundy, pricey, perry, christy, lewis) all staying in an apartment so we spent most of our nights up there pre drinking, playing cards and destroying whatever subsances we could get our hands on..
The first few nights we spent cruising up and down th festival, drinking, dancing , avoiding fights, harrassing women, being harassed by women, beaching..it was a spectacle like n0 other..it was soo much fun its hard to describe..we saw the sun rise most nights..
Some notable highlights (of which there are many that i have already forgotten):
On thr wednesday night (the first night) it was a touch quieter so we were able to slip into a few floats and go crazy..we met the NZ girls (anna and sheila) and partied back at the hostel with them..during the walk this kid went wild and strated fighting lach with his blow up batton..and it wen on for about 5 hours..it was hilarious..once i bought hima hotdog though he calmed downn..it was classic..
on the friday night we all went on a blocka (float) called olodum..we all joined the party all ready completely inebriated at 3pm..it was native music and it was unreal..there was a dancers on top of the float in feathers etc and the majority of the other people in the float were black so it was wild..for 7 hours we walked behind, in front and beside the float going wild..drinking beers and meeting our frind charlie (who was also present 6 nights out of 7)..once we got to the end of the strip is was a free for all..the same as every night..the 32 year old black girl i was also hooking up with is also worth special mention..after the float we all went back to the bys apartment on moto taxis..it was so much fun the 12 of us walked back down the hill and paid the moto taxi drivers to get us on the back and have a massive race home..it was crazy at 5 in the morning and so much fun..
on the tuesday night we did the david guetta blocka..we danced like maniacs for 7 hours..everyone was going mental..there was sweat and bodies and hands and tonges going everywhere..after the float we dispersed and i chilled whith sheila on the beach for a while (as we were leaving the next day)..i caught a moto taxi home and was so destroyed (it was the last of 7 nights) that i fell asleep on the back and nearly fell off..
THe aussie girs we were staying and partying with (one of whoom left a good bye messgae in my novel saying: dear tomash, lets have sex soon..love caz..xoxo) had to catch a flight at 6am after the guetta float which was an epic effort..
We were in a horrible state on the wed moning and the trip to the airport and boliva in general was extremely tough..we got no reclining seats on both flights so sleeping was fucked..
There are so many other small highlights that have just melded into this one thought of knowing that it was the best 7 nights of my life..From pre drinkning at the boys place, to the beautiful beaches, cheap beers, missions, the peopel we met..not really eating or sleeping for 7 nights..to ben being made to pay 100 real for a fake tattoo on the beach..
It was the best of times and the worst of times..and if i ever get the chance to do it again it will be crazy..
Also the lack of photos is due to the fact the whatever you carry on you WILL get stolen..including your dignity..ha..yew
