Our last stop in Brazil was a large island connected to the mainland by a bridge, another overnight bus from Foz. We by-passed the city of Florianapolis and followed all the other rucksacks to the beaches and a little fishing village called “Barra do Logoa”. It was quite a cute town with a long stretch of beach and we were happy as larry when we got ourselves a little apartment – our own fridge and cooker at last !(even if the toilet did leak into the shower..it doesn`t take much to please us these days!) Barra do Logoa is a serious surfie type hangout – long-haired aussies mooch around with surfboards tucked under their arms like a scene from ´Home and Away´. In a vaugue attempt at being cool we had a surfing lesson. Depsite being told the instructor spoke Spanish, as usual, he didn´t, so there was a slight communcation problem… perhaps that´s our excuse for only actually staying on the surf boards for about 2 seconds in total! Oh well at least our spectacular somersaults into the water entertained the locals! A couple of days later it was time to leave Brazil on another 14 hour bus ride south to the border with Uruguay. I had mixed feelings as Brazil´s gorgeous tropical countryside slipped away and was replaced by flat, dry ´cowboy´ lands. I will miss Brazilian peoples` spirit, energy and passion for music, not to mention their immaculate grooming habits! (If you are a single bloke reading this Brazil is full of gorgeous girls!)I will also miss the amazing variety of beautiful landscapes here – tropical beaches, cities like Rio, cute colonial towns, wetlands, jungle – you name it they´ve got it. What about my daily Caipirinha (am now seriously addicted to the sugar cane rum in this drink!) and freshly squeezed exotic juices I wondered, and what if they don’t have “Ice Cream Buffets” on every corner in Uruguay with great selections of sweets to put on top? But I have to say I was looking forward to getting to Uruguay where they speak Spanish. There have been times in Brazil we have been so exasperated with people´s unhelpfullness and refusal to even try and understand our odd Portugese word, but I think it´s mainly down to the fact that we met few who spoke English or Spanish. The Brazilians we did have a language in common with were kind to us and always really curious about where we came from as well as what we thought of Brazil! One thing I will take away from here is the huge gap between the rich and poor – in the cities the rich seem to live like Europeans but a few miles out and life is completely different and light years behind.