It was pissing with rain when we woke up so we laid in until late. When it had lightened to just a drizzle we went out for a breakfast of sandwiches and an avocado milk shake! This was at a juice bar near the Amazonas Hotel.
Mike changed some money and we went to the Post Office which used the international system of manning only three of the twenty windows to maximise queuing time. We then joined the locals in the Saturday shopping fever, wandering around the busy shops and market stalls.
At 14:00 hrs. we had a pizza in a good Italian restaurant overlooking the Praça da Policia. A crazy car wash man on the Praça da Policia kept us amused with his antics. He made a few bob cleaning cars while the owners went shopping.
We walked passed a big school where the pupils were rehearsing their marching band, to the Galeria De Arte Espaço Cultural. It was shut so we ambled back to our room at the hotel for some Saturday afternoon slovenliness.
Once again we fell asleep and it was quite late when we walked down to the Praça da Policia in search of something to eat. We went into the pizza place again, overlooking the fountains and statues of a hunting Diana and Mercury on the leafy Praça da Policia.
We were joined by two suspiciously friendly girls. “You look sad”, said the one next to me. “I am tired”, I replied. “So am I, but not too tired to make love”, she said. They were both “on the game” (prostitutes) so when we finished our lasagne, we made our excuses and escaped in search of a discoteque.
The Discoteca Spectron was expensive at 1,000 Cruzados for entry, so we walked down to the port where we found Turbo Seven. Mike decided that it looked a bit “shady” and indeed it was in a very dodgy looking dockland area.
We settled for a beer in the dark air-conditioned interior of Mandy’s Piano Bar at the Hotel Amazonas. A smooth looking singer crooned ballads to the well-dressed clientele.
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