The samba schools were spectacular at the sambadrone even if Bobs inedible (and expensive in comparison to the golden arches) Burgers where the only supper fare on offer. Tijuca was the overal champion complete with batmen bombing down a mobile ski slope. Their song has been incessantly pounded into our heads since as all the bars have it on repeat.
We may have looked faintly ridiculous but we ensured that we were at least in the company of similar such glittering fools by transforming the rest of the Tucan boys who came with us. After several hours of samba or concrete benches we were a little achy, very sweaty and ready for a cooling drink on our return. You qill have to imagine how we looked (we went shopping around the blocas around Cinelandia in the day) as unfortunately those were the photos stolen!
The next day we headed off to Roschina, the largest favela in Rio (300,000), which turned out to be right next to the Intercontinental where I would spend that night for a favela tour. It sounds a little morbid and several of the elder people on the tour made distinctly nauseating comments that did make you feel voyeuristic. That said, the tour was well executed and in fact I felt that the favela was in considerably better shape than home sweet home lapa. It had energy and felt cohesive, additonally we got the best frango kebab con salsa by a mile we´d had for R$1.50 each. It sounds awful to say but I´d wanted to see something more shocking, so there was an open sewer and the electrical cables almost blot out the sun but I thought I´d gain a greater insight than Waughs guide for the A level geographer had already laid out.
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