Let me start at the beginning. The trip to Rio was by mini bus and let me tell you, every trip in Brazil has been an adventure of its own. The roads are winding, rough, often near cliffs and they only have 2 speeds, dangerously fast and stopped. Be prepared to hang onto your stuff. Rio itself is busy with many tunnels connecting the various parts of the city together scattered between the mountains. This city gives the impression it is bursting at the seams, the traffic is insane.
|Child Care Centre|
I was initially concerned that this tour was a bit disrespectful like viewing monkeys in a zoo, but it soon became clear that tourists are an important source of income for these people, and more often than not I felt like the rat in a maze. First stop were these young local artists with their works for sale, the influence of their situation apparent in paintings with graffiti walls in them, military references etc but also showing a lot of hope and colour. Second stop were some local young musos putting on a show with recycled paint can bongo drums and a little kid of 5 or so dancing, they passed around a bucket afterwards for tips. Third stop was a deli with cakes and puddings and everybody tried something. I shared a pudding of aceia berries, about the only thing that looked gluten free, with Elizabeth. Fourth stop was like a makeshift market selling local bracelets and the like.
|A backyard complete with chickens|
|Christ the redeemer from the botanical gardens|
Hasta luega amigos.