Day 17 - Full on fucking man-flu

19:00
Vicki and I both sleep pretty well. Tam’s been awake since 04:00. She woke to the sound of something that sounded like murder being committed, but which she eventually decided was a very noisy bird of some description. Tam ventures out and finds a brilliant little café doing great things with bread and eggs. Vicks and I follow a little while behind her, and have a brunchy type affair - Ovos Beneditinos for me, Torrada de abacate com bacon for her. Massive nosh-bosh. I’m conscious though that my tastebuds are still a little dampened. I can definitely taste my food, but it’s not nearly as punchy as I’d have expected/hoped.

The weather’s not doing great things. Pretty overcast, with just a hint of rain kicking around. Vicki and I determine that the afternoon is best spent in a state of chill - reading, movies, muchos relax. I finish a book, and make a decent start on another. Vicki ploughs through something on Netflix, the name of which I forget, but which she seems to be enjoying. We make a brief foray to the nearest mercado for supplies. It’s pretty low grade stuff.

Around 16:00, I start to feel considerably worse. I have a fever coming back, I appear to have developed a chest infection, and I’m just massively lethargic, and not in a good way. I decide to bail on dinner. I’m neither hungry, nor have the energy for outside stuff.

Buggering tits.

23:30
Vicks generously brought me back a couple of slices of pizza. Dining happens late-ish in Brazil. Not quite the midnight of Spain, but typically 20:00 and later. Not at all unusual to see folks turning up for a meal at 22:00. We, on the other hand, have stuck to a fairly early eating pattern. As much as anything, it’s been useful not to over correct our jet-lag. Hopefully (!) means that the timeshift in the opposite direction won’t be too brutal. There’s nothing ultra-late-night that we’d planned to do while we’re here (with the possible exception of the Oktoberfest on Wednesday), so early rising / early bedding is working out well for us. All this is a long-winded way of saying that Tam and Vicks basically had the pizza place to themselves for their 19:00 dinner, but a few people had started to fill up the joint by the time they left…

Back at the ranch, I’ve been mixing it up big style. Some reading, some dozing, some persistent coughing - that type of shiz. I’m really desperately hoping that tomorrow is going to be a better day.

Apols. Camera didn't get much of an outing today. Here - look at our breakfast.Read more