I´d loved Rio so much the first time that I felt I hadn´t given it long enough. So by plane I hopped up the coast to the City of Dreams; and the next two days didn´t dissapoint:
- Hand gliding over the beaches and favelas
- Nearly drowining in the currents of Ipanema
- Savouring the sushi at Sushi Leblon
- Catching the electric atmosphere at a local football game at the maracana
- Grinding to the beat of the best Favela funk DJ in the city
- Taking the Cog Train up to the Corcovado to drop my jaw at the view
- Plotting a documentary with a samba band from the UK
- Bigging up my last night in Lapa at a Bloco street party and samba in the Rio Scenarium
and there the tale ends.
or does it...
