Hello Porto Seguro, Bahia!

The bus ride was tough! There were some total geeks in the back with us. We deemed the three across the isle from us as 'the retards.' They must have been inbred or who knows what. They spoke so loudly, burped like Homer Simpson, and did not care to cover their noses when they sneezed. Total bumpkins. A couple others were 'interesting' Brazilian specimens as well. Every time someone opened the bathroom door a gust of urine would poor out into our laps. It was like sitting next to the bathroom at a dive bar, but worse because we really could not go any where else, for 19 HOURS! The retards talked loudly on and off through the night. If they were awake one might find them staring, mouths a jar, in our general direction. I woke to the plump one rattling on about nothing, loudly. By this point, I believe we had stopped smelling the stench. My finger was still numb. This brought me down a bit. But who has time for self pity while in Brazil? Not me! Porto Seguro was around the corner.

We got into Porto Seguro around 3 or 4, and had a meal and a beer while deciding in which establishment to call home. There was a travel hombre that suggested a hotel along the beach that was in the cheap list. It was not a dump. It was lacking character in the sense that it was like a dull condo. We hoped into the pool and lounged around while the sun set. We fell asleep a bit and showered and watched the soccer game and slept the rest of the night. We were beat.
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p.s.
Porto Seguro is said to be the first place Portugal ships landed in Brazil. It is said to be the first town in Brazil.