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The second day we wake considerably early considering the night before, about 11 o'clock. The brummies didn't end up getting back till 8 in the morning so we head downstairs and ask the receptionist where a good blocko is. She suggests we go to botofogo which was only a couple of stops south on the metro. The metro is always rammed so now it is just a case of being on there for as short as possible. We get off at botofogo and it doesn't seem that crazy but we follow a small crowd of people walking dressed in carnival gear. We stop for a little pre carnival beer which goes down like a sack of s***, ask the bar tender where it is and points in a direction so we follow. Still not that busy we follow the sound of music, turn a corner and in front of us suddenly there are thousands of people. An open top double decker bus with a band on the top deck is blaring our samba music. We instantly get involved and move into the crowd until we can move no further. Once stuck in the crowd the bus fires a huge water cannon into the air and soaks the crowd and this thing soaks you. It's like u can see the jet firing at you slowly through the air and then the next minute your soaked through. The bus slowly moves towards where we came from and we follow, by this time we have no choice an it is so rammed with people you can only move with the pack. The bus eventually gets to a more open part of the road and people can start to disperse off and spread out a bit. We continue following the bus, this thing moves sloooow. By now we've had about 7 beers and well in the mood. After a couple hours enough becomes enough and we venture home in high wet spirits to see what's next on the agenda. Being so close to Lapa, the general consensus is to go there. We eat and chill for an hour or so. Within this time dice becomes to feel sick and decides that he can't go out. After suggesting to stay with him, it doesn't take much convincing from him that he's alright on his own and I should go out without him. So now I have to find a new group, by this time I was drunk but not drunk enough to think going into Lapa on my own was a good idea. I leach on to two Aussies but quickly get the hint they're not too interested, I ponder my options over a cigarette and beer outside. I explain my situation to three girls outside laying all my cards on the table. They obviously see my desperation and take full advantage. They'll invite me a long on the condition they can dress me up, thats cool, everyone dresses up for carnival. I follow them upstairs to see my costume. One presents me with a low cropped dress while the other two are armed with blusher and eye makeup. My heart told me this wasn't a good idea, my head told me I had no option and my beer told me this could be fun. It was only till I saw the extent of what I looked like in the mirror when I had second thoughts. Going downstairs I saw, to my delight, two other lads had been roped in. At this point I'm all game, power in numbers, even if it was girl power. We head out and I don't actually receive as much abuse as I assumed plus I had discovered the added bonus of 'no wallet needed, money stuffed in bra'. The night follows on as any other, me dancing like I know what I'm doing only this time I feel pretty! At one point I end up with a policemans hat on, as if I need to camp it up anymore and I start to forget that the dress is weird. I'm reminded that it is in fact weird when an empty beer can is thrown at my head on the way home. We get back to the hostel, have a few more drinks before I realise it's late and I should get to bed as I still need to take my makeup off.
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