Manaus

After the tight quarters on the Amazon it was time to chill out in Manaus before heading down to Rio to meet Erick for a couple of weeks holiday (and yes the irony of taking a holiday from travelling is well aware to me).

Chilling out proved to be quite difficult as the temperature hovered around 30 degrees both night & day and the humidity must have been at least 120%. Despite this I managed to move myself from in front of the fan to see the famous opera house. It is indeed extremely impressive and the whole idea of building an opera house in the middle of the jungle, thousands of miles from civilization was definitely visionary.

The other fun happening in Manaus was a bit of a laundry disaster. Up until now all laundry outings had gone spiffingly (well except one time in Colombia when I had to leave the town and my clothes weren't completely dry, so I had to stuff wet clothes into my backpack...), but Manaus was to prove different. When I arrived my laundry wasn't ready, so I headed round the corner for a refreshing cerveja. An hour later she was flustered, but just about putting everything in a plastic bag. She handed it to me and I checked the contents. Two pairs of foreign underwear - old briefs in purple and navy blue and one missing T-Shirt. We solved this with a couple of laughs and a bit of pointing in the laundry room and off I toddled home.

That night though whilst putting on lovely new and lovely smelling jocks I noticed that the fair lady from the laundry had written my name on the labels of all my clothes. Not a huge problem you say, but on the jock I was wearing she had actually written on the white waistband of my otherwise super sexy pulling pants.


Yes, I have my name and to add insult to injury it is spelled wrong on my pants. I feel like a 5 year old. The "Back" scribble was put on to try and make it humorous if ever spotted by a member of the general public.