Ubatuba isn't far from Paraty, a small old town in the state of Rio de Janeiro. I had heard so much about this town and I wanted to see it, so I decided to go there for a few hours before taking the bus to Rio. I arrived an hour later than expected and the ticket that I thought I had for Rio turned out not to exist so I had to buy a new one. Since the bus I originally planned to take was full, I just booked the next one. I would still be in Rio before it got dark.

I spent the day in Paraty, wonderful city. I met a Colombian guy who showed me around, such a sweet guy even though we didn't understand each other very well. I liked Paraty but a few hours or maximum a day is enough time to spend there.

I headed back to the hostel where I had left my bag for the day, after getting lost a few times (as usual) I finally found it and went to the bus station. The bus was on time and I prepared my self for four hours of doing nothing. Four hours in a bus is nothing in Brazil, so I didn't bring anything to eat and just water to drink. I fell a sleep (as usual) and woke up after about 1,5 hour...

We were in a traffic jam, standing completely still. In the next five hours, we moved maybe a few kilometers. Frustration started to rise inside, I realized that I didn't have any food and that I would have to get from the bus terminal to my hostel in Rio in the middle of the night. If you ever heard any stories about Rios criminal side, you can probably imagine the feeling.

After hours and hours in the traffic jam, we finally reached a cafe. Everybody went in to buy food, including me. I tried to order the only thing I knew what it was, a burger, but the cashier yelled something to me in Portuguese and shook his head. I was way to tired to try something else so I just went to the bus again, feeling sorry for my self.

After another few hours, we finally reached Rio de Janeiro. You could feel the Carnaval atmosphere and I realized that I didn't really feel threatened or scared. But I did feel tired and hungry so I decided that instead of trying to find a bus, it was better to get a taxi. I stopped one, he gave me a good price and smiled so I went in. He drove me to Botafogo, where my hostel was located, smiled and said "Ciao!".