It gets even worse though. Ipanema Beach House allows you to run up a tab for the room and the tours you do while you stay there and allows you to pay in cash when you check out. The night before I was to leave the beach house (tuesday) I went through my pants I wore when I moved from Stone to the Beach House and the card wasn't there. I went through the rest of my pants, then my shits, and finally emptied my entire pack looking for my debit card. The thing was just simply not in there. Freaking out about the missing card, but unable to do anything about it that late at night I decided to get up early the next morning to straighten things out.
After waking up at 8 on Wednesday I cancelled my transfer to Ilha Grade and booked another night in the hostel. I waited till everyone was up in the room and checked online to see if my card had been used. It hadn't. Since the cards hadn't been used I figured they were not stolen and I must have them. Once again I tore apart my pack searching for the card. Once again I did not have them. I started think about where it could be. I thought maybe I left it at the other hostel, but then decided there is no way I could be that stupid, could I. Thinking the card was gone I tried getting cash with my credit card. However after speaking with Target I was unable to get the cash. So I was stuck, no card, no cash, no way to pay my bill. With no other options I decided to call Stone of a Beach just to make sure it wasn't there. When I talked to the receptionist she said she didn't think a card was there, but she would check and told me to call back in ten minutes. Sure enough, despite all my doubts about me being that stupid, my card had been left under my pillow. Doh. I couln't believe it, I don't think I have ever felt so relieved in my life.
I wish I could say that is the extent of the stupid things I have done, but its not. At least the remainder of the stupid things I have done only involve minor bodily harm and not financial issues. You see when I did a tour of Rochina favela I bought a beer. It was a tasty beer, but I was spending too much time drinking it, and not enough time watching the narrow corridor I was walking down. Yep, I walked full speed right into an overhanging concrete building. I hit my head so hard the beer flew out out my hand, and I nearly got knocked off my feet. Doh. Yes it does get worse still.
While trekking to Lopes Mendes beach from the hostel I was descending a hill I had just climbed. In the middle of the path was a boulder which I couldn't resist going over. After getting on top of the boulder I jumped off the downhill side. My momentum began taking me down the trail. I jogged around a corner to the right and here the trail became even steeper. The jog down hill became a sprint. Suddenly the trail curved back to the left. I was flying downhill unable to stop or make the turn. I went flying over the edge of the trail. Dropped down a few feet. Took two more strides and then saw a giant tree right infront of me. With no other option I dove around the tree. My feet went flying over my head, and next thing I knew I was in the middle of a flip. After what felt like ages I landed on my back and slid to a stop. Doh.
Relieved to be at rest I then did the standard check after a disaster like that. I checked to make sure everything could still move and made sure everything felt like it was in the right place. Luckily everything was fine, only a slight scrape on my leg and bruise on my shoulder. I began to get up and make my way back to the trail when I realized shit, I can't see. My glasses had flown off somewhere mid flip and were no where to be seen. Eventually the two guys I was doing the walk with showed up I gave them my account of what had happened. They helped me look for my glasses for a while. I was telling them we should just move on, the glasses were brown making them blend in to the leaves, and who knows how far they could have flown. Not willing to just move on with out the glasses though they insisted we keep looking. About five minutes later I hear my friend announce he found them down the hill a bit. I couldn't believe it, but miraculously when he got back up to where I was standing he had glasses in hand. Disaster averted, we moved on and made it to Lopes Mendes the most beautiful beach I have ever seen.
I wish I could say that is the extent of the stupid things I have done, but its not. At least the remainder of the stupid things I have done only involve minor bodily harm and not financial issues. You see when I did a tour of Rochina favela I bought a beer. It was a tasty beer, but I was spending too much time drinking it, and not enough time watching the narrow corridor I was walking down. Yep, I walked full speed right into an overhanging concrete building. I hit my head so hard the beer flew out out my hand, and I nearly got knocked off my feet. Doh. Yes it does get worse still.
While trekking to Lopes Mendes beach from the hostel I was descending a hill I had just climbed. In the middle of the path was a boulder which I couldn't resist going over. After getting on top of the boulder I jumped off the downhill side. My momentum began taking me down the trail. I jogged around a corner to the right and here the trail became even steeper. The jog down hill became a sprint. Suddenly the trail curved back to the left. I was flying downhill unable to stop or make the turn. I went flying over the edge of the trail. Dropped down a few feet. Took two more strides and then saw a giant tree right infront of me. With no other option I dove around the tree. My feet went flying over my head, and next thing I knew I was in the middle of a flip. After what felt like ages I landed on my back and slid to a stop. Doh.
Relieved to be at rest I then did the standard check after a disaster like that. I checked to make sure everything could still move and made sure everything felt like it was in the right place. Luckily everything was fine, only a slight scrape on my leg and bruise on my shoulder. I began to get up and make my way back to the trail when I realized shit, I can't see. My glasses had flown off somewhere mid flip and were no where to be seen. Eventually the two guys I was doing the walk with showed up I gave them my account of what had happened. They helped me look for my glasses for a while. I was telling them we should just move on, the glasses were brown making them blend in to the leaves, and who knows how far they could have flown. Not willing to just move on with out the glasses though they insisted we keep looking. About five minutes later I hear my friend announce he found them down the hill a bit. I couldn't believe it, but miraculously when he got back up to where I was standing he had glasses in hand. Disaster averted, we moved on and made it to Lopes Mendes the most beautiful beach I have ever seen.
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