The dying embers of my birthday saw us calibrating our pedometers on Copacabana beach, stopping for a night-cap at a kiosk and then heading for some shut-eye.
We got up late on Thursday and went down to the dungeon for free brekkie. Then we decided to see what the whole H Stern thing was about. Pretty crap really. But it got us to Ipanema, ticked a box and enabled us to buy T the most expensive Havaianas in the world.
We went back to our favourite Rio bookshop for lunch and I bought a book about Buenos Aires (a novel about it actually).
We walked along Ipanema beach in the rain and stopped for a beer. Then we went back to the tourist trap that is the bar that the guys wrote "The Girl from Ipanema" in.
We walked back to Copacabana and I crashed out. For 14 hours.
On Friday we got up to get the bus to Buzios. It was busy. The Busy Buzi Bus.
Friday night was spent on the quayside in Ossos, watching the comedy that was our meal being prepared and the dancing that was the cruise liners manoeuvring in the bay. We got a collectivo home.
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