Okay people. We need to talk about hostels and hotels. I know I can be a bit picky. And also a bit unreasonable sometimes. But during this trip I’ve learnt that you don’t die in hostels and it can be pretty nice. Yes people are weird, there is always someone sleeping at all times, making noises, turning down the air-con to freezing and are being drunk, all the time. But you learn to handle it. As long as the building is clean, the beds are comfy and the staff is cleaning the bathrooms.
The first stop after the border crossing into Brazil was Corumbá. The plan was to stay there one night before visiting the Pantanal. A bit (very) tired after the long wait at the border we were starving. With the Spanish couple we met in the queue we grabbed some lunch before we were off looking for a place to stay the night.
First hotel we bumped into was “El Shadday”. We asked about the price and it was cheap, €12 for a private room with shower. No air-con but a fan. “Do you want to see the room?” they asked – we said no. In retrospective maybe we should’ve seen it.
Even Jon admitted that this was the worst place we have been to so far. But he fell asleep pretty fast. So many insects and cockroaches, just close your eyes and pretend you never saw it.
Just one night was enough and we were off to Pantanal the day after.