bertioga

After a longish journey along the Brazilian coast we reached the coastal resort of Bertioga. Not far off São Paulo. I was a little put out that the mega-city of São Paulo failed to feature on my route but I knew what I signed up for after all. When the Portuguese arrived, they found the Tupi Indians, and they called the area "Buriquioca" (home of big monkeys). Even though the Portugese modified its named, I was intrigued to see a place where big monkeys reside. I like monkeys. All crazy and childlike! Regrettably it was a big disappointment.

Instead I had another dose of camping. Now I don't mind camping per se but unloading a tent, putting it up, then unloading the truck, cooking, washing up, putting it all back in the truck, all that physical stuff was beginning to irritate me. I am holiday after all. What´s all this stuff about work! I have paid good money for this! Particularly when I have noticed that my other two team mates are proper lazy swines and I feel that I carry a disproportionate load of the labour.

Bertioga has a long stretch of beach but little else. I can best describe it as a nothingness. Maybe it was the weather. Overcast. It just didn´t feel like South America. More like a dodgy Meditterean resort during downtime. Even getting to use the internet was a hassle . One needs identification, a national ID card (which I do not have) or a passport (which I refuse to carry about willy-nilly). Nuff said. Boring. Or maybe it was that I was tiring of having to get out of bed at 7am every morning. Or maybe it was because some of my fellow tour-ists are just boring too.

I like to sleep in. Lazy, me.