Today we just travelled, on buggies crammed with people then on buses. In the morning when we were walking to the first buggy a friendly man stopped in his car and offered us a lift to Sao Luis. Hopefully this is an omen that our hitch-hiking luck has change should we need it again. Shame he wasn't around in Ruropolis.
The first buggy drove around the edge of the desert and through interresting, thick, sometimes farmed land. I think, though, I've become completely laissez-faire to nature unless its wildly extreme, such has been the nature of our trip. As a result it all just sort of passed me by.
We were treated to another entertaining display of Renaud style bargaining this evening in Parnaiba. He spent ten minutes or so bantering these two guys about the price of their food, which was cheap anyway, but we only got a 1R$ discount in the end, and no free beer which was the main aim.
We had met two Isreali guys, Idan and Alan, on the first buggy. At Camocim they were also looking to stay but seemed to want their own space. We left them to it, hostel searching instead with an Englishman called Jamie, who has lived in Rio for four years. I actually thought he was Italian on first seeing him. Really interesting and personable bloke though, he offered us his spare room in Rio within five minutes of meeting us. On first impressions it seems Jamie has led a pretty varied and interesting life and has lots of stories to tell, having lived in India, Poland, Thailand and even Cheltenham before. Told us about an amazing beach near Jericoacoara which we'll go to tomorrow.
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