Olinda II.

So the first night I was here in Olinda I went to a huge outdoor party that happens every Sunday in this small town. There´s reggae, samba, forro and more Afro Brazilian music live and at a small building turned rudimentary club, and everyone gets wasted. I had earlier in the day met Rasmulsin, a guide who at first I was weary of because I didnt know what he was trying to pull over me -- I said I didnt need a guide -- and it turned out he was happy to meet a tourist who wasnt scared of the locals. He took me around to some of the more interesting points of Olinda, including the shops that specialize in cachaca, where we sampled i dont know how many shots of cachaca, including one made with 32 herbs that has the strength of Viagra. It was pretty smooth actually, didnt leave a burning aftertaste. I met a bunch of locals, which was really great. Olinda is a very quiet town so you dont really interact with people behind closed doors too much and Sunday was the perfect time to meet the local characters. I also met a local poet who I gladly purchased a work from, and he gave me a complimentary spoken word performance, impromptu. The guy walks around town with a pirate-type hat with 8 million reais´ worth of old coins. Rich man!
I have been hanging out with a Portuguese woman and a Sao Paulo girl who I met at the first hostel I was in. I´ve since changed to a hostel that doesnt have a persistent moldy smell. They are incredibly fun to be with and you cant believe with the difference in ages between all of us, that we can get along so well.
And is there such a thing as a bad beach in Brazil? Yea. Went to one today. Filthy. Not even worth talking about.
I have so much more to write about but I have to go run and re-take some photos that turned out to be too blurry. NEVER buy the Nikon Coolpix S3. It is a piece of wet shit.