Life of a backpacker

So today was an unhappy day. The only thing a backpacker really cares about, except from the passport, got stolen. My camera, with my 700 pictures.

I skiped hanging out with my friends on Praia do Flamengo. Instead I went out for a run in the sun. When I got back I took a shower with my clothes on, and still didn´t feel better. Then I just went to the hammock singing and drinking Guarana, the Happy Drink as my friends and I call it. Then some guys from Israel came and cheered me up. So cute.

Now I am just a normal happy girl again. It sure sucks, but I can´t really do anything about it now anyway. I will just buy a new one and be happy about the fact that I can walk around not being scared someone will take my camera from me.


And also one girl I hang out with got 700 R$ stolen from her today and one of the hot guys from Australia got his camera stolen on the festa de Yemanjá. Just the life of a backpacker i guess...