Santerem

Well were here, and after 51hours on a bus i cant tell you how much i need a shower, and a good nights sleep. We dont actually arrive until 8pm and by the time weve booked in to the hotel, (there are no hostels in Santarem) we are both starving. We head to the centro to try and find a restaurant, but to no avail so we reckon our best bet is to head back to the waterfront. As we reach the front there is a restaurant/ bar directly in front of us with live music and numerous people sat at the tables outside so we take a seat. Within minutes there is a drunk guy at our table, and when the waiter tries to move him on he is having none of it, i say to mark theres going to be trouble here and as the guy is manhandled out he swings and hits me. Not a great start. The news must have spread because within minutes the shoe shine guy is trying to join our table and the another guy called Pierre who is elling peanuts. Pierre speaks perfect English and we invite him to join our table. We ask him advise with getting to a river beach that Mark has read about, and he offers to take us the next day for a small fee. We agree as places are so much better when you have a local taking you around and generally cheaper so even though we will have to pay for his services it will generally be cheaper in the long run. We end up spending the evening with pierre and a couple of other guys who work the streets selling various bits and bobs. After a couple of hours and a few beers we head back to the hotel. They have a baicony which is right on the waterfront so we sit heere for half an hour watching the guys fishing and bats flying between the street lights eating all the bugs. We are so exhausted we literally fall in to bed. Its goodnight from him and goodnight from me.Baca selengkapnya