Me and han weren't far off when we were greeted with a table of cheese.
Apologies for the odd photography, Hannah insisted we try and make it look like our heads were on the table. Mature.
A happy German sausage. We ate so much that the meat sweats and joses burping was almost too much to handle.
As it was David's last night in brazil we decided to have a bad taste party in his honour, and boy did we look good.
Probably not the best idea for one of the most dangerous places I've ever been
Salva-deadbody-dor, but the locals seemed to love it.
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