So here we are: one continent down; three more to go. We'll just jump on this little nine hour flight and our South America adventure can begin. The trouble is, some overly vigilant flight attendant woman doesn't want to let us board our flight. She insists that we must have an address in Sao Paulo where we're staying. We, of course, haven't made such an arrangement and are trying to plead our case of just being poorly organised (as in fact we are). But then from nowhere, a tall, bald stranger appears. What is this apparition? An angel? Not quite, but nearly - it's an Australian called Jason, our soon-to-be new best friend.
Jason passes us his business card (complete with Brazilian address) and tells us we can say we're staying with him. Although she immediately sees through this thinly veiled plot, there's nothing the flight attendant can do and begrudgingly lets us aboard our flight.
We continue to talk to Jason as we board the flight and he suggests we meet up with him at the other end to share a cab into town, where he'll help us find a place to stay. Hell yeah!
