I wake up the next day far too early not to have a rotten hangover. Still makeup'd up with glitter everywhere I have a half arsed shower to try wake myself up. I later find out that surprisingly the half arsed shower doesn't get all the make up off, whatever, I feel far too rough to care about things like that right now! We mooch downstairs and with my hangover and Dysons stomach we think about having a slightly more chilled out one. We enquire about sambadrome tickets and find out they're only about £50, much cheaper than the £150 we were thinking it cost and which was the main reason putting us off. We go for an instantly have a lift an something to get excited for which wasn't getting drunk. We bump into the brummies in the hall, tell them our plan and coat of the tickets and they're in. As we have no plans for the day we hang around with them, risking the metro, which is the craziest I've seen it, and head to Ipanema. We follow a samba bus for an hour or so which isn't quite the same when your full of water instead of alcohol. My hangovers turned me into a grumpy old man complaining that the drumming is too loud and it's too crowded. We then make our way to the metro to go back, by this time we have about three hours before our escort to the sambadrome is arriving at our hostel. The Ipanema metro is closed which means a long walk to copacobana. No map also makes this a bit of a mish. We finally get there and by the metro is... You guessed it, RAMMED! Anyways it takes us about an two hours to get back to the hostel, a quick shower and get ready. By this time we're ready for some more alcohol. We nail some 51 and make some pre drinks for the walk there. Our guide never turns up so we decide to brave it on our own. We roughly know where it is and there should be loads of people there to follow. We arrive in Central by metro and it's an absolute skank hole. Doesn't feel safe but we follow the crowd and walk with purpose to the sambadrome. It's only when we get there that we realise the shear scale of it, it's huge! We walk all the way round to our stand and enter, there are no seat numbers and it's first come first served so we struggle to find a suitable spot where we can all stand. Once base is set up it's just a case of absorbing the amazing atmosphere and taking in the amazing colours, samba and floats. The floats are all singing and all dancing, literally. We stay there until about 2-3, bare in mind this goes on till 6 but 5 hours is enough for us. From there we just head back to the hostel and hit the hay. The nights are catching up with me and tiredness is setting in. So glad we went though, well worth the fifty quid.