So we aaarived in rio fully clothed after the flight it was too hot for that and te topless mammoth sneaked on a pair of shorts. We had ordered a cab but after not having looked for it, we decided it had not shown up and ordered another one, we then walked out into the reception area and there was a sign for f jones. We then got our first near death experience as drivers in rio dont look when they change lanes. We arrived at the hostel we had booked ony to find there was only space for 4 and not 7. Some brazillian lunatic asked if we wanted to stay at her crackden but we decided to look elsewhere. We hit another hostel where a small english guy tried to convince us we could sleep 7 in a 5 by 5 room. We accepted and then realised it was f**king stupid and decided to bolt as he looked so happy whe we said yes just as we went for it he turned round the corner this was slightly awkwad but funny. So we split 3 in the hostel, 4 at kitas (the crackhead). Went to the beach looking very touristy with our pasty skin singing barmy army.