So we had finished our "chill out" time in Itacare and it was back to party central...RIO! We had arrived on our flight from Salvador and headed straight back to El Misti where we had previously stayed. All the usual suspects were there Pedro, Pablo and Vivi with a face lik thunder. It was a late arrival and it would literally be straight in, ready and out. We were smart enough to book ourselves in and lucky we did as the place was packed with it being holiday weekend. Maya and Julia hadn't been so lucky. Since they had made the last minute decision to come along there were no rooms for them, so the first hour or so had been spent phoning different hostels trying to get them a bed. Eventually we found one and they set off. Too much time was wasted already and they decided to head back for an early night and go out and see Rio during the day, we on the other hand were off out to get on it!
We headed for a new Irish Bar that had just opened on Copacabana beach where we met our Aussie friend John who was still in there from before. John was there for 7 weeks and by now his hair was the size a small planet, Barry Connels Frizzbomb springs to mind. He was supposed to be going to Portuguese classes Mon to Fri but by the end of the 7 weeks you'd be lucky if he could count to 20, probably in part to us dragging him out on many a school night. Anyways we caught up in the bar and like any Irish bar it was way over priced so we only stayed for a couple. There was even a beer that that was over 200 quid for a can :O. It was some German rare import but for 200 quid i'd be expecting a magic potion. I couldn't believe this and asked if it was a mistake since their menu was brand new but no, it was right and even more amazingly she told me a punter had actually just bought one the previous day.....what a twat! We headed out that night and all is a little hazy so lets just say it was a good night! Well it must have been because this is where Paul lost his iPhone and you know its a good night when that happens!
The next day has been lost nothing worthy of note as we had already done all the sights etc so that evening we all went out for a meal to a Churrascaria. This is a type of Steakhouse where they come around with different meats on a spit and freshly slice some off for you. Safe to say i got my moneys worth here. The night was now upon us and it was time for the non drinkers to head back, time for the deviants to come out to play. There was a bar that we quite often drank in in Ipanmea called the Blue Agave but that night we found out they had another one in Copacabana so decided to check it out. It was also the Paquioua Vs Bradley fight that night but when we got there it was the last round :-(. There was one bonus though...i had a tenner on Bradley chi ching....100 quid up :-) even it was a bit of a dodgy decision. There was a large group of Brazilians partying near us and after a while they asked to come join them for drinks. Before long everyone was hammered and they decided to have a party back at their place which was conveniantly right across the road. So that was that night, we partied away until it was daylight and they were off to see Christ The Redeemer etc....i didn't envy them they must have been rough as a badgers. As a goodbye present they gave us some tshirts they all had you've probably seen the pics. Its the ones with the green recycling symbol on the front lol. We donned them and set off home in the morning but then remembered that a Euros match was about to start so we hit the first bar and continued.....this hangover would have to wait! That day turned to night and it wasn't just any night, there was a Favela party on that night :-). Still half cut we decided to get the kilts out and hit the Favela party. Apart from the Brazilian funk music, which can only be described as absolute ear plague, it turned out to be a great night. We managed to sneak into a VIP section that was overlooking the whole crowd. It was basically just a big party in a warehouse and with better tunes it would have been great. The kilts as always attracted a bit of attention and it wasn't long before some Aussie chick asked
"So are you a true Scotsman?"
I at this time had a drink in each hand and no where to put them when i replied
"Aahhh you'll never know".
It was then that i realised the flaw in my statement, that indeed she would know if she so wished. She decided to just lift and hold the thing right up with me powerless to do anything about it, i wasn't gonna drop the drinks thats for sure! So there i was presented on a balcony to an entire Favela for as long as she saw fit. After about 20 seconds and getting a good eyeful she lowered it and said " Nice one cheers!" and was on her way, i'd never felt so used haha. After it came time to go we had kind of forgotten where we were and casually stoated out into the Favela for a bite to eat. We had no hassle but the woman in the shop decided it would be best for us to stay inside her shop until our taxi came. What was wrong had people in the Favela never seen a man in a skirt!
In a flash the weekend had passed. Days had rolled into nights and it was over but thats exactly what we went back for and we hadn't been disappointed. We were now on our way to Buenos Aires with a few stops en route, first of them being Ilha Grande then it was Sao Paulo for a weekend, Iguasu Falls and on to BA.