After maybe a few minutes or so we left, Eva's brother took his wife back to their hostel, and the rest of us headed for the brewery. The brewery was about 3km form where we were so it was going to take a while to get there. The walk was straight forward, even though we went the wrong way at first, it was good because I was very thirsty and bought a powerade. The walk to the brewery was taking quite a bit longer than expected but it had a stunning vista, each side of the main road to get there had vast expanses of water surrounded by mountains and trees, the water was full of reeds and looked like how I would have pictured the Mississippi river flowing through the countryside. There was a bridge that from a distance looked far to steep and for no known or understandable reason. When we got there it was a very long and steep bridge but didn't seem so when we were on it. On the hills to the left of us were massive houses, one with a riverside hut, speedboat, jet ski and a helicopter, Max wouldn't stop going on about wanting a helicopter if he had the money. On the right was just a little suburban village.