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is in a small town in Australia.

So, you're from Australia?

-Uh-huh.

Got a boyfriend in Australia?

No! You did not just say that!

What?

-"So, you got a boyfriend in Australia?"

I just meant that if I had a girlfriend

or a little sister who was traveling alone ...

I'd be a little worried, that's all.

Well, don't be.

I can take care of myself.

So, did she say this was

a proper bar with real drinks?

I don't know.

She didn't say.

Christ, I'd do anything for a pint.

I'd lick the sweat

off a monkey's balls.

"I'd lick the sweat off a monkey's balls."

Christ on a cracker.

-This is amazing!

Oh, yes! Check this out!

Baby!

-Oh, yes!

Whoo! Who wants to go for a swim?

Yeah, sure! -Yes! This is

what I was talking about.

They got beer?

-Get your kit off, girls!

Come on!

Let's swim!

Sh*t.

I left my top in Rio.

Would you guys mind if I went topless?

Are you serious? No. Keep

your shirt on. -Yeah. Why not?

Do you see what they're wearing, Alex?

We're not in America.

No one's gonna care if I go topless.

Yeah, but the idea is to tastefully

reveal as much as possible-

Oi, oi.

Get a load of that.

without actually

revealing so much ...

that you can still get into heaven.

That was good.

Yes!

That is a fantastic trick.

-Well, it's still a Catholic country.

Well, we're Catholics.

-And we definitely don't mind.

No. In fact, I think I can speak for Liam when

I say we wouldn't be offended in the slightest.

In fact, let's all go topless,

boys and girls.

No, Amy-

Oh! Nice!

Put your shirt on.

She's a naughty girl.

How about that? Is this better?

-Oh, no!

Come on.

Let's go.

All right, let's go get it wet.

Come on, Alex!

-Whoo!

Let's get a drink.

Alex, where are you going?

-Over here.

Whoo!

Qual seu nome?

- camila.

Pru. Alex.

Nice to meet you.

What do you want?

-Uh, Coke, please.

A Coke? You're 7,000 miles away

from home. Try something new.

Like what?

-Have you ever had assai?

Uh, no.

It's, like, this amazing drink

from the Amazon. It's-

Just a Coke's fine.

Thank you. No ice.

My God, I love this country.

It's like we died on the

bus and this is heaven.

It's heaven.

It's, uh, paraso.

And you? Angel.

Wait.

You too!

Come on!

Ah!

Don't want to-

-Por favor?

No ice. -No, no. It's, like,

a hundred f***ing degrees.

No, it's like ordering with dysentery

or without dysentery. No ice.

Dysentery.

This is unbelievable.

You think you've found

your own private Shangri-la.

Next thing you know, the place is crawling

with backpacking tourists wearing sandals.

Welcome to paradise.

I'm Svend.

Pru, my sister Bea, Amy.

-Hi.

Where are you from?

-London.

London. We're from Sweden.

-Sweden! Nice!

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