Falo um poco de portugues

So we made it to brazil. It was an adventurous ride. We decided to opt for the 'carrito' option, which wasj ust basically this guys dumpy sedan instead of the bus. It cut an hour off the trip (2 hours) though a bit more expensive. Like my mother predicted, tons of crosses on the sides of the road due to the crazy driving and our driver was no exception. Made it safe and sound.

Anyway, rolled in on a sunday which is never good. It's practically a ghost town here in Boa Vista. Lots of empty stands, jplazas, and closed restaurants. However, it's given us a great opportunity to study up on the area where we're in/going to and our portuguese. We've done alright so far with the hotel and cafe personnal. Thankfully, everyone's been nice and patient with us.

We went to this small restaurant overlooking the Rio Branco for some beers and I thought to myself, never thought i'd be sitting in a remote town in northern brazil listening to my humps, foo fighters, and jay z but there we were. After an early evening storm, we walked to a grocery store in search of some batteries. Brett had a moment where he realized that nobody stared at us like we had four heads like they did in venezuela. They also didn't look at us like they were itching to rob us. Very nice. So we browsed the aisles and walked out with drinkable yogurt, apples and oreos. Dinner fit for a king.