Have fun in the jungle Dicko!
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Welcome home Dicko, Look forward to hearing all your stories. I trust you followed my guidelines for survival in the jungle?
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shit what where they again......I'll check if I did or notBasil is a Gooner wrote:Welcome home Dicko, Look forward to hearing all your stories. I trust you followed my guidelines for survival in the jungle?
It all went very well in the jungleBasil is a Gooner wrote:Have a safe tripDicko and hope it all goes well in the jungle
Have lots of
Take lots of
Enjoy the
Dont get into any fights
Hope you dont get any nasty
Make sure you
I am sure you will be up and about early each day
Dont forget to pack lots of clean
Hope you aren't
Have fun in the evenings
Pack your Arsenal scarf
Be glad you are away from
Hope there are plenty of
Dont kiss any strangers
Leave yourhat at home
And dont forget to write
Last of all, hope you dont miss us alltoo much
Now I am off to bed.
I had plenty of fun around the campfires each evening I did Take lots of
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No
Only nasty
was had by my right leg after falling over on the rocks on the beach.Dont forget to pack lots of clean
Silly me left me spare sports bras on the truck to Paraty for the end of our trekking Didn't pack my Arsenal scarf
& also forgot my rain jacket. Dont kiss any strangers
There was someone I wanted to kiss but well he was spoken for Managed to write a bit whilst in Rio
Now I am off to bed.
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Sarah,
I have just lost what feels like a year of my life looking through your photos! 
Glad you had such a good time, even saw Tony Adams there.
WHY werent you wearing your bra when you lost it?
Your leg looks nasty - dont suppose you were having a little drink when you fell? 
Was the bloke you liked the little one in the white t-shirt (in the school group)
Welcome home!
I have just lost what feels like a year of my life looking through your photos!
Glad you had such a good time, even saw Tony Adams there.
WHY werent you wearing your bra when you lost it?
Your leg looks nasty - dont suppose you were having a little drink when you fell?
Was the bloke you liked the little one in the white t-shirt (in the school group)
Welcome home!
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I was wearing a bra when I packed my bags for the following three days trekking too but just left behind the spares to change into.Basil is a Gooner wrote:Sarah,
I have just lost what feels like a year of my life looking through your photos!
Glad you had such a good time, even saw Tony Adams there.
WHY werent you wearing your bra when you lost it?
Your leg looks nasty - dont suppose you were having a little drink when you fell?
Was the bloke you liked the little one in the white t-shirt (in the school group)
Welcome home!
Where was Tony Adams?
So you think I fell in love with little Lucas who was 11
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So you think I fell in love with little Lucas who was 11 [/quote]
Either him or the donkey..........
[/quote]Either him or the donkey..........
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Either him or the donkey..........Basil is a Gooner wrote:So you think I fell in love with little Lucas who was 11
[/quote]donkey
thought it was only the opposing fans that called him that Just like to say I'm not responsible for Chelsea signing any Brazilian players.
I'm missing Brazil big time
Well here is a little account by one of my trek buddies
Brazil Trek & Kayak Challenge – the Real Itinerary!
Day 1 (18th June 2008)
We met at Heathrow; 6 girls with fresh faces and 3 boys shrouded by a cloud of alcohol! Our outbound flight took us to Sao Paolo, via Madrid, total flying time of 15 hours. We were greeted at Sao Paolo airport by Christian Fuchs, our guide for the entire trip. An unexpected further 4 hour drive took us to our first night’s accommodation at Campos de Cunha and a late supper of suspicious-looking soup and dog meat stew…mmm…
Day 2
We had a morning transfer to Campos Novos, Serra da Bocaina for our first trek (8km); relatively easy-going with amazing waterfalls and a couple of rivers to cross and Laura saying bye bye to one of her incredibly expensive kayak sandals, despite the efforts of Nico who practically ran across water to retrieve it. We returned to Campos Novos for our overnight stay with a tasty meal and very welcome cold beers around the camp fire, which wasn’t even remotely spoilt by a random frog and an unclaimed turd lurking in the one and only bathroom.
Day 3
So began our most difficult trekking day…24km…from Campos Novos to Cachoeira dos Veados. The trail seemed never-ending with tricky terrain; uphill, downhill, muddy, rocky, slippery. It was a day full of huge blisters, almost losing Steve and Lynn and Laura arming herself to fend off the mythical black panther prowling the area…with a stick! True drama! The day ended with more delicious food and beers around a campfire, quelle surprise!
Day 4
A short trek of 3km, however the terrain was tough and we scrambled up hillsides and swung from tree branches and roots. Well worth it for the view that awaited us…abseiling down the side of a magnificent waterfall. The return ascent was aided by fit men dragging us up the hillside…who can complain?! We returned to Cachoeira dos Veados for a second night and more beers around the campfire awaited. The evening was full of activity as an encounter behind the horse shed gave way to samba dancing, meeting the Guardian (yeah, whatever) and sipping on peanut salad dressing – you had to be there!
Day 5
Our last trekking day…woo hoo! Leaving Cachoeira dos Veados, we trekked for 18km to Mambucaba tackling plenty of slippery rocks and passing banana plantations on the way. Once again, we almost lost Steve who had lured Caroline away this time - see a pattern emerging here? A feast of fish & chips greeted us at our destination - you can’t get more Brazilian than that! A transfer by (very) basic ferry and minibus saw us arriving at Paraty and the Casa da Colonia Ponsada for the evening, where we met Marcos our kayak guide. A few drinks in town and a little bit of Samba dancing later (go Lynn!) and comfortable beds awaited.
Day 6
A short transfer to the beach and we suited up for out first kayak trip…cycling shorts galore and a red pencil skirt (huh?) and we were ready for action. Paddling conditions were ideal, with calm, warm waters and the occasional shower of rain to wake up the more weary amongst us (Mick?) We kayaked for an hour with no mishaps other than a mislaid paddle (a momentary lapse in concentration, Craig!) and a panic attack at a bird the size of a pterodactyl (no, really) stopping for lunch at a charming beach at Praia do Engenho where Laura changed into her tea frock and we were waited on by Christian, Luciano & Marcos before Christian went all David Hasselhoff on us and went diving for random items of sea-life…although we suspected the aforementioned items were planted there previously…I mean, did you see the size of that starfish? Surely natural plastic! We paddled on (3 hours in total) to our evening base at Cruzeiro, the home of lovely Orlando the Priest. Dinner was the most delicious fresh fish, shrimp and calamari, washed down with yet more beer, but also red wine and vodka as Christian had done us proud and quickly realised that he was dealing with a group of lushes and the way to encourage compliance was to supply in order to meet demand. Good chap.
Day 7
We sea-kayaked for another 3 hours in total, enjoying the serene atmosphere and idyllic coastline, stopping for lunch at a beachside bar for refreshing caipirinhas and just a little bit of food. Our overnight stay was at Vermelha, where homemade pasta and tapioca pancakes went down a treat. Afterwards we gathered around a fire on the beach and Steve attempted to dig for Australia. The evening was marred only by Sarah’s injury, a consequence of the pursuit of love!
Day 8
It was our final day of kayaking (3 hours) and again, easy-going with no drama, although slightly wetter conditions. We swept onto the shore at Paraty with a triumphant cheer and much hugging, our challenge completed! A short walk to Casa da Colonia Ponsada (where we stayed on day 5) and showers and lunch, set us up for the bus ride to Rio de Janeiro, after bidding farewell to Luciano (sob, Sarah!) and Marcos. An uneventful journey ensued aside from poor Laura being sick and we swept into Rio 5 hours later, driving along the coast road past Ipanema and Copacabana beaches. After checking into the Rio Roiss Hotel, we had a quick freshen up and headed out to dinner. The evening ended with beers on the front and an unfortunate incident involving Steve, Mick, Lynn and Caroline and some opportunist muggers…luckily they were unscathed and like the troopers they are, took the incident in their stride and did not allow it to ruin their trip.
Day 9
We had breakfast on floor 12 of the hotel, giving a sweeping view over the rooftops of Rio. A sightseeing coach trip took us around Rio and a visit to Christ the Redeemer, a famous landmark at which a fantastic, panoramic view of the city was enjoyed. A little bit of free time was allowed on the afternoon when most of the girls went shopping, the boys drank and the football-nut went to the Maracana stadium! On the evening we had our celebration dinner of meat and more meat, traumatising the vegetarians in the process. We went on to the amazing Rio Scenarium bar in downtown Rio afterwards, eclectically-styled with a traditional Samba band playing live music. Unfortunately Sick-Note, aka Laura, missed the evening as she had to be carted off to hospital after her earlier nausea had travelled south rapidly. She spent the evening behind a screen with Christian where a dose was inserted into her orifice…oh matron!
Day 10
Our final day! After breakfast we lured Christian to the rooftop for a photoshoot, at which he was more than happy to oblige, the big poseur! Roxanne and Sarah went to Sugar Loaf Mountain and the rest of us wandered around Rio; Lynn, Caroline and the boys competing against each other in a “who can buy the most tatâ€
Brazil Trek & Kayak Challenge – the Real Itinerary!
Day 1 (18th June 2008)
We met at Heathrow; 6 girls with fresh faces and 3 boys shrouded by a cloud of alcohol! Our outbound flight took us to Sao Paolo, via Madrid, total flying time of 15 hours. We were greeted at Sao Paolo airport by Christian Fuchs, our guide for the entire trip. An unexpected further 4 hour drive took us to our first night’s accommodation at Campos de Cunha and a late supper of suspicious-looking soup and dog meat stew…mmm…
Day 2
We had a morning transfer to Campos Novos, Serra da Bocaina for our first trek (8km); relatively easy-going with amazing waterfalls and a couple of rivers to cross and Laura saying bye bye to one of her incredibly expensive kayak sandals, despite the efforts of Nico who practically ran across water to retrieve it. We returned to Campos Novos for our overnight stay with a tasty meal and very welcome cold beers around the camp fire, which wasn’t even remotely spoilt by a random frog and an unclaimed turd lurking in the one and only bathroom.
Day 3
So began our most difficult trekking day…24km…from Campos Novos to Cachoeira dos Veados. The trail seemed never-ending with tricky terrain; uphill, downhill, muddy, rocky, slippery. It was a day full of huge blisters, almost losing Steve and Lynn and Laura arming herself to fend off the mythical black panther prowling the area…with a stick! True drama! The day ended with more delicious food and beers around a campfire, quelle surprise!
Day 4
A short trek of 3km, however the terrain was tough and we scrambled up hillsides and swung from tree branches and roots. Well worth it for the view that awaited us…abseiling down the side of a magnificent waterfall. The return ascent was aided by fit men dragging us up the hillside…who can complain?! We returned to Cachoeira dos Veados for a second night and more beers around the campfire awaited. The evening was full of activity as an encounter behind the horse shed gave way to samba dancing, meeting the Guardian (yeah, whatever) and sipping on peanut salad dressing – you had to be there!
Day 5
Our last trekking day…woo hoo! Leaving Cachoeira dos Veados, we trekked for 18km to Mambucaba tackling plenty of slippery rocks and passing banana plantations on the way. Once again, we almost lost Steve who had lured Caroline away this time - see a pattern emerging here? A feast of fish & chips greeted us at our destination - you can’t get more Brazilian than that! A transfer by (very) basic ferry and minibus saw us arriving at Paraty and the Casa da Colonia Ponsada for the evening, where we met Marcos our kayak guide. A few drinks in town and a little bit of Samba dancing later (go Lynn!) and comfortable beds awaited.
Day 6
A short transfer to the beach and we suited up for out first kayak trip…cycling shorts galore and a red pencil skirt (huh?) and we were ready for action. Paddling conditions were ideal, with calm, warm waters and the occasional shower of rain to wake up the more weary amongst us (Mick?) We kayaked for an hour with no mishaps other than a mislaid paddle (a momentary lapse in concentration, Craig!) and a panic attack at a bird the size of a pterodactyl (no, really) stopping for lunch at a charming beach at Praia do Engenho where Laura changed into her tea frock and we were waited on by Christian, Luciano & Marcos before Christian went all David Hasselhoff on us and went diving for random items of sea-life…although we suspected the aforementioned items were planted there previously…I mean, did you see the size of that starfish? Surely natural plastic! We paddled on (3 hours in total) to our evening base at Cruzeiro, the home of lovely Orlando the Priest. Dinner was the most delicious fresh fish, shrimp and calamari, washed down with yet more beer, but also red wine and vodka as Christian had done us proud and quickly realised that he was dealing with a group of lushes and the way to encourage compliance was to supply in order to meet demand. Good chap.
Day 7
We sea-kayaked for another 3 hours in total, enjoying the serene atmosphere and idyllic coastline, stopping for lunch at a beachside bar for refreshing caipirinhas and just a little bit of food. Our overnight stay was at Vermelha, where homemade pasta and tapioca pancakes went down a treat. Afterwards we gathered around a fire on the beach and Steve attempted to dig for Australia. The evening was marred only by Sarah’s injury, a consequence of the pursuit of love!
Day 8
It was our final day of kayaking (3 hours) and again, easy-going with no drama, although slightly wetter conditions. We swept onto the shore at Paraty with a triumphant cheer and much hugging, our challenge completed! A short walk to Casa da Colonia Ponsada (where we stayed on day 5) and showers and lunch, set us up for the bus ride to Rio de Janeiro, after bidding farewell to Luciano (sob, Sarah!) and Marcos. An uneventful journey ensued aside from poor Laura being sick and we swept into Rio 5 hours later, driving along the coast road past Ipanema and Copacabana beaches. After checking into the Rio Roiss Hotel, we had a quick freshen up and headed out to dinner. The evening ended with beers on the front and an unfortunate incident involving Steve, Mick, Lynn and Caroline and some opportunist muggers…luckily they were unscathed and like the troopers they are, took the incident in their stride and did not allow it to ruin their trip.
Day 9
We had breakfast on floor 12 of the hotel, giving a sweeping view over the rooftops of Rio. A sightseeing coach trip took us around Rio and a visit to Christ the Redeemer, a famous landmark at which a fantastic, panoramic view of the city was enjoyed. A little bit of free time was allowed on the afternoon when most of the girls went shopping, the boys drank and the football-nut went to the Maracana stadium! On the evening we had our celebration dinner of meat and more meat, traumatising the vegetarians in the process. We went on to the amazing Rio Scenarium bar in downtown Rio afterwards, eclectically-styled with a traditional Samba band playing live music. Unfortunately Sick-Note, aka Laura, missed the evening as she had to be carted off to hospital after her earlier nausea had travelled south rapidly. She spent the evening behind a screen with Christian where a dose was inserted into her orifice…oh matron!
Day 10
Our final day! After breakfast we lured Christian to the rooftop for a photoshoot, at which he was more than happy to oblige, the big poseur! Roxanne and Sarah went to Sugar Loaf Mountain and the rest of us wandered around Rio; Lynn, Caroline and the boys competing against each other in a “who can buy the most tatâ€
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er you had to be there and erm only Marcus and Roxy witnessed said incident 
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jungle
Ok Gus, give us a diary of a "Week in the life of Gus Ceasar" by Mr T Pot....gus ceasar is a legend wrote:Was you i the jungle with The Famous Five?
No mention of lashings of ginger beer?
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Thats easy Basil,every day its...............................Basil is a Gooner wrote:Ok Gus, give us a diary of a "Week in the life of Gus Ceasar" by Mr T Pot....gus ceasar is a legend wrote:Was you i the jungle with The Famous Five?
No mention of lashings of ginger beer?
4 'G's'............Gooner,Guinness,Grub,Glands(as in mammory or tits!!!!! sorry...couldn't think of a reference to tits that began with G!!!!!!!)
