Roberto was bar flairing beakers of vodka off his forehead, Anke and Cathe climbed in the bungalow window, Anke and Ken whipped their hair back and forth, Ken was trying to jump onto a spinning bar stool, we all piled onto a parked limousine outside, Christine had everyone's names drawn on her thighs, Cat had sex in the toilet, Ted was thrown into bed with a crying Christine, Kerri was swinging on the tree swing, coming in like a wrecking ball, Thiago was drinking milk, we all did the conga in and out and around the hostel, Ken blasted out "Fernando" by Abba because he was leaving, I was covered in permanent marker and paint and had a shower cap on and was made to have the most jokes hair ever. Anke walked in on an ill woman having sex and was mentally scarred for life (she had been ill for days and had even stewing in her dressing gown blowing her nose in the lounge all day)
Kerri and I both had to work in the morning, CLEANING. The amount of bodily fluids to clean up was so rank.
I emptied a bin that was stinking, only to realize it had vomit in it. Walking away with the bin bag, my shoe slipped on what turned out to be a piece of sick underfoot and I was nearly sick myself it was so bad.
Then Kerri went to change a bed and quickly returned to the laundry room dry wretching, with a screwed up nose and a sheet held out at arms length telling me there was something seriously bad on the sheet and she wasn't sure if it was sick or poo.
Vommmm
Then the ill woman came into the bungalow and stripped naked in front of Kerri and Christine who didn't know where to look. She is NOT fit. She lays in the bed above me and belches and does other hideous things with female sanitary products that I will not even describe, in front of us.
Then I had to empty the bin in the bathroom which had a lovely used condom in it and a lot of filth and paint on the floor.
Then Kerri went to the gas station to get more booze with Fernando and he ended up befriending a hobo and was given a beer by them to shake him off.
On our last day I made everyone peanut butter and chocolate cookies and we packed and it was sad and we love everyone and two replacements arrived who everyone eyed with contempt as they are obviously not going to be as sick as us and then everyone accompanied us to the Trolley station to say goodbye which was sweet and we were touched and very nearly shed a tear.
Then we got the greyhound bus, on which there was a tramp who smelled so strongly of vinegar and had a bag made out of a green corduroy coat, for 3 hours. The greyhound bus depots always seem to be in a sketchy area. This time in the HOOD of Inglewood. After 7 weeks of American life, we are pros at dealing with hobos and friendly weirdos so acting cool, we got the bus, which was full of fat Hispanic people, through Inglewood to Long Beach Trolley station and then a final train to our Motel.
Walking past the macdonalds which had three LAPD cars outside it with their lights flashing talking to a distressed woman we decided to come back there later for a nice bite to eat.
We're staying at Americas Best Value Holiday Inn and we have a fridge, tea and coffee stuff, double bed (hellooo) and a tv. Although we only have the weather channel so we've been watching that all night, as you would on your final night in America haha
We are super ready for Brazil. Our bags are loaded with swimwear and suncream and we are meeting two friends, Jo and Kat from Btown in Rio.
I'm excited to see how much my bag weighs now...it feels considerably lighter as I've given away two more pairs of shoes, a coat, 5 tops, sent home a dress, three tops, a hat and some jeans. 
We'll see when we board our first flight to Atlanta tomorrow!
Rioooooo!
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