Porto Velho

We arrive early in the morning but not as early as we think. For some strange reason I ask the time, to find out the clocks have gone forward an hour, must have been that ferry crossing. Its lucky i checked as I have booked our tickets for tomorrow and would have missed the bus. We hang around the staton grabbing a coffe and a couple of cigarettes as i think its too eaarly for the hostel to be open yet, and i dont want to be getting them up at 6 in the morning. We jump a taxi , but the taxi driver hasnt a clue where the hostel is and even though i have the address he is still unable to find it and wants to turf us out in the street. I rfuse and he stops a lady in the street to gain guidance. Im glad were nly staying here a night as so far this place holds no attraction for me, and when we arrive at the hostel im really really glad its only for one night. The humidity here is intense and we are miles away from anything so after catching up on a few hours sleep we take on the arduous task of trying to find a bank. We walk for well over a mile asking directions along the way, and although i have perservered in lerning Spanish every day it seems of no consequence here.Eventually we reach a shopping area and after asking numerous times locate a bank. I feel more relaxed now as at least we can have something to eat and pay for the room. Walking back along the street i spot a subway and we take lunch here, as all i seem to have eaten is hamburgers recently. We make our way back to the hstel in unbearable heat and both fight for first turn in the shower. The water once again is cold but to be honest itts welcomed as taking a hot shower would be ridiculous. Refreshed we spend the after noon reading and venture out at 6ish for a bite to eat. We eventually find a burger bar and whilst sitting outsie enjoying the food the guy on the next table starts to speak to us. To say his English is poor is an understatement and even my Spanish is better but he insists that he speaks in English as he wants to practise.He is definitely a sandwich short of a picnic and i excuse myself to go in and pay the bill. Whilst at the till the girl tells me to be careful and then makes a sign with her hand of a gun, and tells me to hide my money, and when i return to Mark it takes all my effort to pull him away from the guy who just wants to talk about Rambo. Eventually we leave , but i feel pretty unsettled and am relieved when we are safely locked up in our abode for thr night. We get an early night as we have a 23 hour bus journey tomorrow, but were awoken at 1am by the owner of the hostel turning all the lights on and bringing in a new occupant. The girl is English and is really apologetic, but we say its no problem and just to turn the lights off when shes got her stuff sorted, and i soon drop back off to sleep.Weiterlesen