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Beach day..... Took the metro to Copacabana today, Stevie trying to speak Portuguese is not getting us very far especially when is speaking Spanish! I asked her to get the tickets and she said 'dos Copacabana' with some erratic hand gestures, apparently that was meant to mean 'two single tickets to Copacabana please one for me and one for my boyfriend' after a confused look from the ticket guy we were on our way, nothing could stop us now... Until we reached the barrier! Just because the tickets look like oyster cards doesn't mean you use them the same. After getting denied by several barriers we asked for help. The barrier behind us we were on our way... Until we reached the platform! there were only two lines! There and back but we couldn't figure out which direction we had to go. Amongst the haze of rush hour and letting several trains pass, Stevie took an 'educated' guess, We jumped on... Arriving at Copacabana Mark ran to the beach first so he could brag he had been there before me... It didn't disappoint, white sand, blue seas, 30 degrees.
We quickly found a spot of sand so we didn't look like newbies on the beach. That went out the window as soon as we got into our swimming gear. Tanned bodies everywhere and then there was us two! Thinking we blend in by the end of the day... However we emerged red and patchy...'speak for yourself mark, my tan is coming on slowly but surely.'....'No Stevie we look like English tourists in benidorm'
After a few hours chillaxing mark manned up and went into the sea, after a few attempts at body surfing the score was, Mark 0- Atlantic 5, he emerged trunks around his ankles, snot pouring from his nose and a grazed stomach.
We decided to walk the length of the beach and head to Ipanema...Stevie stopping on route to make a deposit in the bank!
Ipanema was a different experience reading in the Lonely planet the beach was split into sections. Gay, Families and Posers walking the length we could not find the white and red English tourist section so we sat on the quietest part, away from the action.
Now familiar with the area we thought we could just take the metro back to botofoga. Not trusting Stevie's sense of direction we ended up walking over an hour back to our original stop!
Mark was in awe of every KFC and McDonalds we walked past. Even crossing the street just to look at the menu and figure out the conversion, at one point he managed to get all the way to the counter with cash in hand but then remembered he can speak even less Portuguese then me, so disheartened and hungry he reluctantly left.
Back at the hostel now, pasta, tuna and sauce for dinner, the KFC feels like a distant dream, and no matter what Stevie says our tans don't look better in moon light, sun light, fanny by the gas light.
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Luke Fanny by the gas light
Dad the old man. So envious... this is not true back packing. where,s the hunger, bites and sores.... sounds like you both are having fun. I'm all smiles, keep it coming.