Basically I just suddenly feel drained in the afternoon. Long drive through Sao Luis to drop Eduardo at the airport and then back to the hotel.  Catch up with blog in room and doze. Skype with home Just as Gerrard scores for Liverpool. Fairly surreal conversation.  This is the way Skype appears to contract the world. But then when you switch off it's just you in a hotel room again and they've all vanished.

 

Out in the evening with Guillherme, Eduardo, Maria, Renata, Claudia, Aduato to a restaurant by the sea – even better than the first night.  Recive more education on Brazilian food and eat yet more local specialities, learn about Manioc.  But most importantly, I have my first Caparinha. A lethal but delicious drink – Perus has Pisco Sour, Cuba has Mojitos, Mexico the Margaritas, but Brazil has Caparinha. A delicious icy lime drink with a very very straong spirit base – Cachaca? MIght be the right spelling. G. has to leave early and we all head back to the hotel.  R., C and later J. and I find a beach-side bar and have more Caparinha and talk about everything. It's at this point, with the warm breeze and the sea and the live music from the bar that I realise I will have to find a way back one day. With everyone from the other side of the Skype screen would be good! There's so much to share…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Caparinha.