Wednesday 13 June 2007

Rio de Janeiro - tourist day three

So, we awoke slightly the worse for wear and talked about the events of the previous evening. T gradually remembering that she had decided to stay in Rio for a month; get an apartment; learn Portuguese and take Samba classes. It would seem that I had fewer beer tokens than she had Caiparinha tokens, as I wisely decided to agree with her - until the morning.

Nursing sore heads, we decided to relax by taking the bus down town. Let's just say that the spirit of Ayrton Senna is alive and well and seems to be a pre-requisite for any aspiring Rio Bus driver. Going around the Botafogo bay at break-neck speeds, trying to control the amount of rear wheel drift whilst trying to overtake another bus is something that should be confined to video games. If The GTA (Grand Theft Auto) team ever to a Rio based game then the bus will be the fastest vehicle in the game.

We downed some black aspirin after getting off the bus and decided what to do next. T visited a church and then we went on the ferry to the city on the other side of the bay, got off, got on and came back. The views of Rio were OK (a bit cloudy) but there was nowhere to take any pictures from.

We then walked around the down town area a few times, spiralling in on our target - the street car to Santa Teresa. It was rickety and fun. The local lads obviously think that sitting down is for wooses and stood on the running board. One lad thought it was fun to jump off every now and then and run along - in flip-flops.

We alighted halfway down and had a traditional Brazilian meal in a lovely cafe.

Appetites sated, we decided to go for a drink on Copacabana beach. Barry Manilow was not in sight - but these three guys more than made up for it.



Serenaded on Copacabana


Whilst we slaked our thirsts, we watched a bunch of lads building a football pitch, which seemed to involve digging great lumps of iron into the sand. Sadly they didn't play for us.



Moving the Goalposts


Just to say we had, we stood on Copacabana Beach. Here is the proof.



Sandy feet


And so to bed (we got a taxi, the bus option wasn't really discussed.)

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