Churras in Campinas and a Brazilian Hen Night (Mine)

I arrived in Campinas by coach a day after Djalma - he had gone ahead to start getting ready for the BBQ event, which basically involved a BIG pissup and a visit to a strip club. Nice. I was met by one of his friends at the bus station, I was wandering round looking lost and foreign so she found me easily, thank god! It was time for my Brazilian hen night, a small but intense affair and very very lovely. It was just 4 or 5 of us, loads of people couldn't come which was a shame - they missed out on a good bar crawl (everywhere we went was packed so we moved on without drinking!) and a general pissup - once we found a club that had space (too much as it turned out).
And I've never felt so welcomed - these guys who I'd only just met - had arranged a drinking game involving guessing the smae answer as Djalma to a set of 47 questions, wrong answers were penalised with a vodka jelly; pineapple, grape or mixed fruits if my memory serves me correctly. Delicious but intoxicating! They had also bought me a penis pencil (something to nibble on while I'm thinking?!) and some underwear, it was such a cool evening. We ended up meeting the boys who were on Djalma's stag night later on outside a bar where we stayed talking and talking.

The next day was the Churras which I was in no condition for and very apprehensive about, 100 people mainly friends but some family, jeepers. It was a big event and I already hungover, not the best move of the century! I was so tired I had a quick nap (only 5 hours)and by the time I can back out again a zillion of his friends had shown up and I spent the following hours listening to people extoll his virtues and being congratulated and told how lucky I was! The evening was more than a little overwhelming as I am not the best in crowded situations but Djalma held my hand and made me feel better. I was also treated (along with everyone else in the room) to a much anticipated show of his flashdance choreography. Sexual. This routine was followed by most of his male friends getting down to their speedos, giving each other wedgies and slapping the exposed cheeks, there was alot of manlove in the room (at one point I did wonder if we should've left them to it but it was too much fun to stop watching).

The following day it pissed it down and the place partly flooded we managed to
escape early evening and made it back to Djalma's flat to bunk down for the night, but not until we'd had another afternoon of drinking beer and talking.