Yo people

so what have i been up to the past month. one week of training capoiera in ferria de santana. Then i had to go to salvador for a day to arange accomidation for 2 friends of (simpso and jaks) who were comming to visit the following week.
I got thier monday morning, sorted the accomidation out by monday lunchtime. The was to go round to see my friend sandy, from scotland, who was in salvador, skin him for some cash, as i was short and without bankcard and then head back to ferria de santana.
I went to the hostel he was staying but he wasn't in. I asked if i could wait for him they said not really but after some dimond chat they let me wait. The hostel was sweet with a balcony with hammocks and stuff. While sitting there i some of the resedents drinking beer. I enquire as to where they got it and how much it was, fully intending on spending my last pennies on a cold one.
The answer is what dreams are made of.

Apparently if your a resident you simpley put your name on a list and put a tick next to BEER and then take a beer from the very cold and very well stocked fride. No money involved.
Needless to say within second i had checked in my name was down and i was drinkng beer enthusiatically. I took it apon myself to make sure all other residant were aware of this almost devine privilige. I even stationed myself myself next to fride and intercepted new geusts while they were getting the tour `Naw man this place is great if you want a beer you just tick here,,, bno joke serrioisly.... what was your name.... tick. Pritty
soon the place was in full swing

This was monday.............I left on saturday.

awesome

I this time Myself and a freind pulled an al nighter and continued drinking... all day. hitting all the pure jakey bars where the bevy is cheap , the people are real, really drunk salt of the earth and all that shit. Had a great day met some real characters. Not least edwardo and american who has been living here for 30 years. He was convinced he has been asked to be the next director general of the UN. He said that he keeps
turning them down but if they keep asking hes going to have to say yes. I mentioned hes been here for 30 years. I also have a suspition that he has been leathered on dodge brazilian conaque (aka paint stripper) for the same duration. I meet him the other day again and he says hes not decided yet.

Anyway the day was joyous, in the evening the plan was to go to a party. We left the hostel team handed but i soon lost everyone because i was stopping for cashasa in ever bar.
In one of these said bars i met a local dude who said he knew where there was a regge party. I was like... awesome.. lets go.

So we head for the party which turns out to be down a wee, dark, and distictivly dodgey looking lane. If you look up this lane in the tourist guide book it simply states... Do not go down there as you will most likely lose evrything you own.. This thought crossed my mind ........but since i have regularly gone out and got pissed in scotland and lost all my belongings( bike included)... i though why the fuck not.

So we head down the dark lane(ok), round a dark corner(hmmm), down a a muddy embankment( prepare to be charitable), and into a roots a fuck getho bar with kicking regge tune( result).

I was so pleased at having not been mugged that i procceded to buy everyone drinks. The clientel consisted of about 6 local guys, all black and a full spectrum of ages. This lot were looking at me at bit strange but after a couple of hours we on good terms. It was great, cant remember anybodys name
but it was good......................right up until the piont that i tried to pay my quit substantial bar tab with no money.........whoops. I though thats it im dead.. but after id empted my pockets showed them the bottom of my sandals and that i think they belived it was a genuine mistake. No one
would be stupid enough to try this stunt. I went back to the hostel with on