So we arrived in a city called Recife in north Brazil after a very short stop in São Paulo. As we landed there was a huge congregation of people waiting for our arrival however they seemed to get distracted with a Brazilian star and let us slip by and start using our soon-to-be-best-friendBrazilian Portuguese - Lonely Planet edition.
Sarah decided to use BP first and took him to the driver of the first bus she saw, after barely setting foot on the bus we all three of us were off, to where we didn't know, but this was a thing to come with the buses. Eventually we got on the correct bus and arrived in the red light district "2 minutes" walk from our Hostel. We got into bed an hour later.
Recife was ok, but we heard about a pre-Carnaval weekend happening in nearby Olinda. So off we get on to another bus driven by an Ayten Senna enthusiasts. Initially ordering a table for dinner rather than picking up our reservation we had our new home for the next 2 days. We stayed in our 'green box', a room directly above a restaurant so all the diners could see you on the way to the shower.
On the Saturday we followed different blocos around, groups of musicians and dancers who parade and perform down the streets. Sometimes they'd bump into other blocos and jam with each other which was amazing. Everyone knows the songs and we still haven't found any Brazilians who can't dance! I wish Notting Hill Carnival was more like this, there's colour everywhere, everyone is dancing and singing and you can feel the bass in your chest.
A taste of the volume of the music to come
