Motorway Madness

We arrive in Salvador and after jumping of one bus we hopefully will catch our connecting bus within the hour. Mark grabs the rucksack and i go to find the ticket office. I queue for ages as the woman who is supposed to be working here is piddling about doing i dont know what rather than serve the people in the queue. Eventually i get to the desk and ask for two tickets to Lençois for the 7am bus but She advises me that they have none left and we will have to wait till the 1330 bus. We have no choice so i agree, and as shes processing them a guy on the desk is asking if he can change his 7 am tickets to the later bus. Its like a little miracle and with today being fathers day im sure he must be watching over me. Mark has gone to put our bags in storage but luckily i catch him before he pays. Hes having a turn because the guy on the baggage desk wants us to pay for each individual shoe thats outside the bag as its additional items so thank god weve escaped having to pay. We literally have time for a quick ciggie before boarding the bus.
An hour or so into the journey we stop in a huge traffic jam and loads of people just get off the bus and stand at the side of the road and if you cant beat them , join them. So we stand around with motorbikes weaving around us until the traffic up ahead starts to move and everyone gets on the bus and were off. There is no hold up its just roadworks and when its our turn to ho everybody gets back on the bus or in their cars and drives through😂 This journey is doing my back no favours and im relieved its the last big one well make here. We stop off at a little lanchonete(motorway cafe but nicer and cheaper) and an hour or so later we arrive in Lençois. As soon as we step off the bus there is a guy here who has a tour company. We have arrived in town at the start of the festival and to be honest grateful to just get a bed. Paulo drives us up to our pousada and its perfect set a little way out of the centre but thats peerfect with the festival going on. We drop our bags grab a quick shower and head to the agency where Paulos sister works to book our tour for the day after tomorrow, but theres no one there so we walk over the bridge to the square where there are loads of flags being put up for tomorrow. We sit and have a beer and take in the atmosphere when we spot a couple of girls we met on the bus. They join us and we order a bite to eat that we all share. We share a couple more beers and there is a traditional ride out that brings farmers on their horses into the centre for a parade. The sau Juan festival is the equivalent of our harvest festival and is bigger here than Christmas. We finish up as im exhausted and call in to the agency to book. We see that she also does manicure and pedicures so we book in for tomorrow for a pamper and bid our goodnights. As we leave Paulo gives me some deep heat and when we get back Mark puts it on my back , but forgets to wash his hands before going to the toilet, the results are hysterical and i go to bed burning but also having a little chuckle to myselfRead more