So after the most horrific Bus journey so far, where a mother and child made me their bitch for three quarters of their journey, we arrived sleep deprived and throughly knackered in the bus station. After getting some cash out, we made our way into the bustle of Rio's streets. After getting mobbed by dozens of taxi drivers we found our man and squeezed with all our baggage set off into the night.
The taxi driver could only be described as an absolute cowboy, weaving through crowded lanes, bumper hugging and beeping at everything. It felt like we had descended onto the streets of vice city.... This was a regular theme with all taxi drivers who seem to drive like theyve stolen their rides.
We then arrived into our hostel and crashed..
Day 1 consisted of chatting to the 2 english girls in our dorm (Alice and Kloe from london) and playing lots of an israeli millitary card game called yanif. Then we proceeded to walk the length of the copacabana in the pissing rain and had a beer in a beach bar whilst listening to a samba band. Lots of recovering from the horrific bus.... We all got chatting with the girls again before bed and aswell as swapping some travelling stories and a story involving ants swarming around their dirty knickers in a columbian hostel they earned the adage "Rotten Crotch Sisters." Then they proceeded to regail us with a story of the night befores drunken antics where they said they got partially raped by "a pervy pedro" that they were couch surfing with. I think what made us laugh the most was they they didnt seem bothered they almost got raped by a local... "he took my jeans off and dragged me towards the bedroom... i told him to &^£% off. HAHA.." and then as it got past 12 oclock suddenly an angry brazilian man storms into the room and shouts "HEY... SPEAK MORE SLOWLY PLEASE..." he was met with nothing but laughter...
Day 2, we got up feeling rested after another lie-in and decided to hit some of the sights that weren't viewpoints as it was still grey and raining. First we hit a "hippie market " in ipanema then we hopped on the metro and hit the streets. We headed to the cathedral purely on the whim that it looked cool on a postcard and we werent dissapointed. It looks like some kind of Sci-fi inspired alien structure dumped right in the middle of a bunch of sky scrapers. Inside it is hollow to the 60m ceiling. A seriously cool building and one of my favourite sights so far...
Then we walked down a few side streets and saw the famous "Arches of Lapa" which in actual fact are some fairly average arches holding a viaduct in a rundown carpark... Guess thats what happens when you grow up in a world heritage city...spoilt. Although there was some really cool graffiti spread around the arches which I enjoyed much more.
On the way back from the Hostel we decided we were going to get drunk at either the favela party or a boat cruise that the hostel advertised. On getting pre-lash from the supermarket which consisted of some 5 real Rum, the remainder of our cacacha (sugar cane rum) and gurana and lime mixers.Upon returning to descover that both parties were really more expensive than advertised and in actual fact had "free Drinks" for the first hour for girls and guys had a "Happy Hour" instead. So after questioning what we would actual be paying for we decided to hit the beach with the Alice and Kloe for some drinking games...
After some gentle drinking with some chilled music the stories and "i have never" rounds got more and more spirited untill about halfway through the 2nd bottle of lash my memory stops apart form the occasional flashback of des shouting "J'AI EXCITE"....
I wake up, eyes, ears, hair, feet and clothes all covered in sand in my hostel bunk, feeling HORRENDOUS. I rose very slowly, rammed all my stuff into my bags and cleared out of the room. Des did the same. We also swapped memories and apparently we had a beer on the beach after finishing our own booze and des picked up a pidgeon and started putting it in peoples faces, after which i must have gone on auto pilot and gone to bed where Des and G decided to walk about 5k to ipanema to see the big christmas tree. They couldnt find it, so got a taxi home and crashed out...Messy Messy Rio.
(All photos were lost from this night as the girls lost their camera in the antics...probably for the best)
On my way down for breakfast i thought upon passing the bathroom "IM DEFINATELY GOING TO BE SICK." I ducked into loo and emptied myself into the sink..... twice.
After wretching my way through a cheese toastie we moved the bags into the luggage room and me and des proceeded to nap to prepare for our trip to christ the redeemer.
G woke us up cheerfully saying we should make tracks if we wanted to do Christ before we had to catch our bus... The bus ride was horrific, the best way to describe mine and des' state was "somewhat in distress."
I perked up a bit after getting off the bus and gulping some water, des however proceeded to systematically vomit every 15 minutes for the next 3 hours. After the several steep flights of stairs me and g nipped off to take in the views and get some photos whilst des recovered form the climb sat back to christ panting and pale faced.
After grabbing some shots and taking in the epic views we returned to des bent over the wall to be asked " Can you see that wet stuff on that rock right down there... Yeah? thats my sick..." aswell as vomiting in a bin in the queue for the train to the disgust of pretty mucvh everyone he had vomitted of the side of one of the seven wonders of the world.. Christ the Redeemer no less.
After posing for some quick group shots we took the quick easy way down via escalators and lifts and got back on the train.. jsut before we boarded des shot off and emerged a new man exclaiming " I think that was THE ONE!" "im empty now!"
We proceeded back to the hostel and then got a taxi to the bus station armed with copious amounts of water with bellies full of super noodles and boarded the next bus bound for Porto Seguro.
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