The internet here is really slow, so let's see how I go...
With Rio comes the good, the bad, and the ugly. I've heard so much so far on my travels, but I only have two words... 'dirty' and 'poor'. A bit sad really. Tagging is not an artist's form of self expression but a silly scribble on a wall, building or bridge. Pavements are cracked from who knows what and it's just generally unpleasant. Out of the bus station I thought to myself, 'why would anyone want to have the Olympic games here?' Football World Cup I can understand. But this place makes me feel a lil uneasy. I was expecting to see beaches, but I woke up to tooting horns and favalas. Rio, I have arrived and am willing to seek the true beauty of this sometimes troubled city.
Right now I'm just waiting to check in to my hotel. Yes, I splashed out. I had scrambled eggs and sausages and am feeling pretty pleased with myself. Im gonna take a long hot shower and wash the 18-hour bus ride off me. Wait for Olly and have a nana nap. Ready for tonight's escapades. So much to do in so little time. I'm only here for four nights then I set off to The Pantanal.
