We spent the day down at the beach at Praia Do Porto. A really nice little beach near the old port. Again trying to avoid being sold anything. Except for Acai and grilled goats cheese.
In the evening a few of us from the hostel went to a Forró (I think that´s what is was) dance club in the Santo Antonio district. The club was in a basement and was packed. The locals dancing skills were amazing. Felt a bit left out not being able to dance but did my best..briefly.
I later walked Emma (one of the girls from the hostel) back, since I didn't consider it safe for her to walk back alone. I later returned to the club with Ron, only to be accosted on the way by a brick wielding mugger. No knives this time. Not sure how he was going to overcome the two of us, but he never had the chance. Ron rushed him, grabbed his arm and threw him against a car. Picking up the brick as we left, we continued the walk to the club.
An interesting evening.
