After thirteen and a half tedious hours, five repeats of Sex In The City: The Movie and four hot air stewards stranded in economy, (it's where you go if you turn right) I've finally arrived in Rio De Janeiro. And my word is it warm this close to the equator.
I've installed myself in a beautiful condo for the night, care of chez family Wilson, and I have to say it's all very civilised. So far I've managed to avoid any troublesome encounters in the Favelas (slums), and Jussy located a lovely restaurant around the corner that serves delicious Argentinian carpaccio and a refreshingly light Sauvignon Blanc for lunch. It's a far cry from the rough and ready start I had feared while downing numerous glasses of medicinal Chablis at Terminal 4 last night.
An early evening trawl through google maps has led me to locate the Gracie Camp just around the corner near the beach at Barra - about twenty minutes from the centre of Rio. This is where I'll head tomorrow for the first of my Ju Jitsu lessons before trekking south to Parati where my 'bikini boot camp' kicks off.
Just heading out to dinner at Porcao for traditional Brazillian fare – which, according to the ex pat ladies who lunch, will consist of plenty of meat. It’s here where my quest to find the best Caipirinha's in Brazil will also begin...
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