Jorge apologetically gave me back my very dead phone and showed me his (phone); Google translated ‘It will be okay, you are so beautiful and your hair’ (?). I grabbed it and typed ‘When can I leave?’ He looked puzzled, ‘Anytime’. The Bitch left an hour ago, I was still at the station because I thought I had to fill in some paperwork or I DON’T KNOW GIVE A STATEMENT. No, no, I’d been allowed to leave but they ‘forgot’ to tell me. After explaining I didn’t have a place to stay on the island because I had a reservation in Paraty- mainland and hours away, where I'd booked 1 night in a REALLY nice hotel with a pool and a private hammock (impossible to gracefully get in/out), all of this because at midnight, it would be my birthday...
The captain turned on the engine and we traded the harbour for the open water. This boat was very, very different than the other wooden one and there were some things I just didn’t know beforehand:
1: I was on a speedboat. Emphasis on SPEED, not so much on boat.
2: Huge waves made the boat ‘fly’ so me and my backpack were holding on to each other for dear life.
3: Due to all the crying I did earlier, I literally washed out (and lost) my contacts so I couldn’t see anything at all because, here it is again, I CAN’T SEE IN THE DARK.
4: We bounced from wave to wave, barely hitting the water. The locals weren’t impressed but I felt like the only way this day could possibly end would be with volatile projectile vomiting (not charming), a concussion or a shark attack.
5: At first I was really happy that I did eat something before getting onboard, but after the first five minutes on the rollercoaster-like boatride I felt my organs protesting everything I had -ever- eaten .
6: It took the other boat earlier that day roughly an hour and a half to reach mainland, but when we FINALLY reached the mainland this time it had taken us only 20 minutes. 20 minutes? Is that even possible?
7: I mean, I figured this boat was at least 3 times faster... but 20 minutes?
It took 2 locals to get me & my backpack up on the dock and when I looked around it looked so…different than before? Maybe we’re on a different dock? I didn’t recognise anything so I creepily followed a local down the harbour through an alley, past a promiscuous cafe- then it hit me. I was in the wrong town. Jorge had made the wrong boat turn around...