Bats, pine trees and sore balls.

Eletronica isn't a place, it was actually written on loads of road signs and I have no idea what it means. Oops. Oh well. If i do ever found a town i'll call it eletronica,and you can all come and live there and play synthesizers and eat salami sandwiches.

So we went to the farm. It's a vast pine tree plantation in an area called Juiz de Fora, and by this stage I really was becoming overwhelmed with the scenery. Hugos uncle and cousin drove us to the middle of nowhere in two tiny fiats, heads bouncing off the ceiling. Country roads sure can be a little unpredictable round them parts. We were variously chased by a bunch of dogs, a runaway cow and some hens. The buffalo were clearly too unimpressed and lazy to give two fucks about us, but i did enjoy their vacant stare.

We were left to rummage around one of the deserted farmhouses on our own, which was kinda COMPLETELY TERRIFYING. It was straight out of any cliched horror movie. After being attacked by a bunch of bats for about the 5th time we decided we probably had had enough. There was much screaming and running in and out of the house, mainly by Hugo. I played it cool.

As much of a great driver hugos uncle is, my nerves were completely shattered by the journey home. Overtaking lorries around corners at 120km an hour isn't my idea of fun. It was a one way system, granted, but it was still pretty damn hairy. And to cap the day off we were stopped by the miliary police on the way back into Rio. Christ those guys really do seem to have lost their joy. They searched both cars and body searched all of us pretty damn thoroughly. Luckily i had my passport with me. But there was no need for them to squeeze our balls, surely? SURELY?

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