Where the beautiful people live
08.03.2007 - 12.03.2007
So after leaving Santos and saying addios to the old man I headed up to Rio with 4 of the cadets. Unfortunately it didnt look like we were off to a good start when one of them booked the wrong day in the hostel, however all turned out well and crashed in another place. Ended up checking out the hang gliding first, with Simon being the only willing cadet (Id already done it). It looked quality though and he properly enjoyed it. Then ended up checking out Sugar Loaf, which was amazing. It was better than the Jesus statue by far.
By then however we decided we´d done far too much and headed to some bar for a bit of dead cow. Ended up making our way back to the hostel for a bit more drinking, meet a few odd characters, including the 31 year old account who was a cradle snatcher. It was quality though, crashed an Irish bar and then some other bar.
Dont think we did much on the Sunday, karma meant as we´d done shed loads yesterday we could just chill for the day. Did intend to go out that night but we all ended up falling asleep.
The next day was the cadets final day, so of course we had to head to a bar. However that was after we popped up to the Jesus statue, which just happened to have a bar there as well. So after that we decided to check out Hard Rock Cafe, as all tourists have too, only it was ages away. Was quality when we got there though.
So anyway they buggered off on th Monday after a quality weekend where I don´t think I ve laughed so hard in ages.
It was Monday when Chris and Claire arrived too, cant remember too much of what we did then. However the high light has to have been the football match we went to see in the Mara something stadium, Flamingo v. some other local time and a final of something. Crap that was amazing, flares and fireworks going off, flags being waved, everytime they scored we got covered in beer. The atmosphere was amazing. It was an amazing experience, we were right behind the goals with all the die hard fans, we were pretty safe though as we´d got a group of 22 from the hostel. The tube on the way back was also quality as it was just full of Flamingo fans chanting and jumping, wouldnt have got that on the London Underground. After that bascially just chilled in Rio for a while till we headed off to an island called Ille Grande with a friend of Claires.