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Wednesday, august 30'th
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I'm the only one staying at the Pousada, so breakfast is served as I arrive at the reception. The friendly
receptionist gives advice about walks and good places to eat.
Buzios is not actually much of a
city. It's more a place with nice beaches. Brigitte Bardot "discovered" Buzios
in the sixties, and made it a tourist-attraction. There's a fine little statue
of her down by the beach.
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| I start the day with what is the closest
to downtown Buzios. 4 streets in one direction - 6 in the other. Then I
visit some of the beaches around the city. They are nice. At Praia Joao Fernandes you have to be a little careful. The receptionist has warned
me. Don't sit down, or someone will come buy asking you for money for
just that seat. So I don't sit down - just stand up out here.
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Later another walk to an almost
empty Praia Brava. The locals find it cold today - I like it a lot - 22-25
degrees celsius is very comfortable.
Dinner at Davids - recommended by
the receptionist. You get a free Caipirinha here. They drink it all over this
country. It's made of lime, sugar, cachaca (local alcohol made on cane sugar)
and plenty of ice. Taste like soda, but don't ever drink it like it is.
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| Dinner is great. Some kind of fish. Buzios is an old fishing-village, so there's a lot of dishes with fish.
There's also - as everywhere you go to eat - plenty of it. As usual I'm
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Thursday, august 31'st
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Windy today. So of course it's time for
a little sailing on a boat leaving from Buzios harbour going around for
about 3 hours. The boat stops now and then, and those who wants can get
into the water. There's also a break on a "floating restaurant".
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| We are back at 2, and it's time for some
lunch. If I had planned this trip by myself, I'm not sure Buzios would
have been included. To much a tourist-town. I'm not into beaches and the
local habbit of driving a beach buggy. But the weather has been nice,
the Pousada great and nice places to eat so it's been quite relaxing
being here.
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Dinner at a place downtown. A
kilo-restaurant, where you pay by the pound you eat. A guy playing a sax
is coming by. It's disgusting - so I leave the place as soon as I can.
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To Rio
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