Week 3: Steve turns 31, for this Carol and I decided to go to a Gallery close by. Soon enough the evening class brigade catch wind of this and decide they want to take us. Which was a god send as the place was in the middle of no where.
Evening class session 2- Inotim the worlds biggest art gallery, apparently! Well it spans for miles but it only had 100 exhibiting pieces (a bit local musuem scale than grande gallery). It was good got to see some more Cardiff and Miller work which I really like, and lots more new stuff too. We also had the delight of the day with Gustav again and his translating, what a pleasure!

On the way to the Gallery we stopped to have a sausage bap, which we didn't eat as we only had breakfast an hour before, but the Brazilians like to eat! I haven't seen body beautiful yet maybe its just Rio, the rest are all a little large! Anyway we see a dog outside that was supper thin so we decide to feed it a sausage, well the dog sucked it up, no chewing, all in one. We don't really like seeing all the dogs being underfed and the people eat a shed load (I know what my Dad would call them!).

After the Day of Art we return to the house as normal and "what the **** is that!" our first bit of the tropical underworld. This thing was big and fat, a little like the locals!

Size was about 5 to 6cm's across didn't measure it as I got it in a cup and threw it outside, more of this to come I think!

We finish the week at the cooperative and we are off, the journey begins.
First stop Sao Joao Del Rei, from there to Tiradentes.
We stop in Sao Joao for some lunch. We wander into this small restaurant a boy sat at the front comes scuttling towards us, once again the youth of Brazil showing me up on the Tash front, he had braces on his teeth! He speaks broken English, really wanting to practice so we listened then replied in our broken Portuguese to confirm that we understood correctly. The food was great just what we needed filling, cheap and opposite the bus station as we had our heavy bags.

From Sao Joao we got a bus to Tiradentes, and we decided to camp. The campsite was basic and about 30 Min's walk from the centre which when its hot over here feels a long way!
We wandered around the town over the two days enjoying the sites of another colonial mining town (this one had more trees, it was a bit more west than east london). We went to a craft market, we just can't get enough of that shit! but it was mainly full of shit, like in England.
The town was beautiful and we had a nice time.

Now onwards and downwards, To Rio! Body beautiful and men in thongs, Carol can't wait!