Florianopolis Day 1 (Bus Iguacu Floriapolis)

The bus ride to Florianopolis was pretty smooth. It was only a 1 level semi-cama bus with no food served.

It was supposed to take 14 hours but what do you know it ended up taking 16. I don’t know how these busses always leave on time if they always arrive late.

Some loud portugese guy boarded the bus in the middle of the night, as they made stops all throughout the night. I didn’t sleep well when people boarded because I was worried about my bag. The guy ended up being friendly, almost too friendly so I was cautious. Somehow we managed to communicate using sign language as he knew not a worried of English and I knew not a word of Portuguese. I did manage to gather that he wanted me to marry his 17 year old daughter though. I also ended up meeting a couple from Chile that could speak some English.

We arrived in downtown Florianopolis at around noon.  The city was a lot bigger than I expected, I was expecting a small little beach city but in reality it is a big modern city. The currency here is called Reals and is worst a little less than 2x the USD.


The bus station had an information center so I stopped in. I had the address to my hostel scribbled down and planned on just catching a cab.

The information desk was extremely helpful though and it seemed pretty easy to get there; a couple bus transfers . So I decided that I would just try the bus thing out since the bus was only $R3 and worst case if I got lost I could just grab a cab and at least it would be closer/cheaper to my destination. A cab the entire way would have costed me $R90. I was going to the East Island, Barra da Lagoa. I took a right out of the main bus station and walked for about two minutes and there was a local bus station. From here, I caught bus #330 which took about a half an hour to arrive to Lagoa da Conceicao, the main Lagoa bus terminal. I transferred to bus #360 and a half hour later I arrived at my hostel.

I grabbed some random food from a stand in the station, I was ravenous from not eating. It was something like a fried mozzarella Panini with fries for R7, or approximately US $4. About standard price for the US in a mall or a little low priced for a bus station, in my opinion.

After I crossed a foot bridge and walked up a steep hill, I arrived at the hostel.

(view from bridge)

The Beach Club hostel is absolutely beautiful, it is built into a hill on the ocean. It has a great atmosphere, free surf boards, body boards, and wet suits to use. Its 50 Reals a night which is pretty expensive for South America but worth every penny. The place is like a resort.

I checked into the hostel at the same time as a girl named Lee from Israel did so we got lunch together in town.


Every evening at 7pm we meet at the top level to have a free drink with this view:

(hostel view)

That night we went town to the beach where they have a beach bar and everyone chills out by the rocks, we met up with some other people from the hostel. Great day!

My brother was supposed to arrive at 10pm and I checked reception but he still hadn’t arrived.


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