Curitiba - San Martin Hotel
Today we were ready for the famed train ride through the jungle and the mountains having seen the amazing pictures of the trip and the breathtaking course the train takes on the side of the mountain.
Our carriage was full of holidaying Brazilians, the excellent and very attentive guide explained to us that as the Brazilian economy had started to grow locals were starting to travel more. By the excited behaviour of the family in front of us this was obviously a long anticipated trip for them. The trip was nice with a few good views, the guide was very helpful, explaining that there were jaguars, pumas and sloths in the very dense jungle we were travelling through - not that we were going to see any!
Unfortunately the trip was not as breathtaking as expected but this didn't stop the locals excitedly snapping up all the merchandise that was flogged throughout the carriage, the majority brought T- shirts for the whole family plus a pair of DVD's.
We arrived in the very pretty, tropical town of Morrettes for lunch and spent two hours wandering around (though we almost collapsed in the 40+ degree heat) before catching the bus back to Curitiba - a 4 hour train ride to get there, a 90 minute bus ride back.
As we had to get up early the next morning we thought we would head out and explore the town for a while before having an early drink and then dinner. We had just crossed the street near our hotel when a police car came around the corner (almost on two wheels) at top speed and missed a girl by a whisker as she jumped out of the way - quite unbelievable stuff, everyone who was watching thought she was a goner!
When we arrived at the square we walked to last night we were shocked to find thousands of people enjoying a big street party (five thousand or so we later learned) at Curitiba's Pre-Carnival celebration - once again the things you find when you go walking. As it seemed the only open restaurants in town were in the middle of this party, we headed back into the quieter part of town only to find once again that every single place was closed. We walked back to the party managing to get a table at a German restaurant until about 8.30pm when we walked back to our hotel.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
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