Guia?! Guia?! Oi! Amigo! Porque náooooo?????

Because the toilet is just across the hall. Trust Stu, he knows.

Back to the beginning. Olinda means "O" Beautiful (view) which there was no shortage of in this pretty, colourful town. Another interpretation is "O" great another guide wanting to lead us around the 10 easily navigable streets of Olinda. After being cheerfully greeted by our apprentice guide, Marcelo we settled into our lovely pousade complete with gigglepot receptionist, swimming pool,attached museum, art gallery, shop and ant farm (it IS the tropics). Some new tastey breakfast treats to add to the culinary experience, bannana and guava jam. Although it was a bit unexpected when the black seeds of the fruit turned out to be drowned flies (it IS the tropics). Just keep humming the mantra.

Gave eager Marcelo the slip with an early departure from the pousada to be greeted on the first street corner by 3 more guias. Tried to look confident as we marched up the wrong street and had to turn around and walk past the guias a second time. Eventually found the Casa Bonecos where the large puppets used during carnival are stored. Stu felt threatened by the size of Kaz´s new beau, he was a big man.

Popped into a few churches where we were finally nabbed by an enterprising guia posing as a church warden. You want how much? Beautiful views from the top of the town.

Stayed up at night waiting expectantly for the musical parade which everyone had been telling us about. (see below - spot the guy in the tux and bow tie serving whisky?)

Looking forward to the show down between Australia and Brazil tomorrow morning. Go Aussies!

Kaz and Stu

Meal of the week: home made ice-cream(40 flavours from Abacaxi to Cerola, the man selling them wasn´t satisfied until we´d tasted them all), crepes, pasta, the food in Olinda is good!

Arse of the week: bwady ants Zeza!

Irony of the week: Guias everywhere but couldn´t point us in the direction of the one thing we wanted.