There are moments when you're travelling when you just gotta take a gamble. 9pm, no tickets left for the overnight bus you planned to catch and no space at the hostel you're staying in, save the hammock above the restaurant.
I had an irepressable urge to leave town to taste some fresh air and experience some nature. I guess that my mind was made up for me as I found myself in a taxi driving along the motorway to the out of town bus station.
I rocked up at the counter to do my best traveller blag fo any cancellations or no shows. A firm shaked head told me that I wasn't in luck, even when I asked 3 more times.
I perched on the floor to peruse my lonely planet for ideas of where else to head off to when, after a few minutes, the same head appeared knocking at the window and a beaming smile.
Call it fate or what you will, but things really do have a natural way of working theselves out. So onwards and upwards to Lencois and the Chapada Diamantina.
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