One word for Rio de Janeiro could be wow! Tree lined streets behind Copacabana and Ipanema, white beaches, and lots of thong wearing bottoms. We embraced the buzzing atmosphere of people working and people with sand in every crack imaginable.
Just like in the James Bond movie Moonraker from 1979; Jesus (Christ the redeemer) is still standing high threatening the city with high levels of anxiety and guilt (notice the photo). After catching the wrong bus to the base of Corcovado Mountain, we then tried to find the right route with dusk approaching rapidly. After finding the route with still 600meters in altitude to climb we hailed a taxi who took us straight to the top. Unfortunately we missed seeing the view of Rio during the day. Still it was a spekky tail end of the sunset looking over Rio and her beautiful beaches.
We caught up with Sally and Bridget at our hostel with plans to go out drinking. Unfortunately Bronnie was quite sick and had a relapse of asthma after 14 years in the clear. We blamed this on the moldy room we stayed in in Sao Paulo and the pollution we had been sucking in. Fortunately Bronnie was well enough to join us all for a famous Brasilian buffet, which of course involves plenty of carbohydrates. We now understand where all the big bottoms come from.
The following day we caught up with Sally and Bridget for an afternoon of basking in the sun at Ipanema beach. We spent many days relaxing on the squelchy white sands of Rio dreaming for more money. We have found Brasil and especially the bigger cities to be very expensive.
We heard from fellow travellers that the island of Ilha Grande was a treat to be seen. In hearing this we backtracked south a few hours. We soon realised that this piece of paradise wasn't for us. It reminded us of any other tropical island with no waves you go to party at with heaps of fellow gringos.