Anna´s blog. I have always thought that you can really get a feel for a city during the cab ride from the airport. On this occasion we were treated to men fishing from a motorway bridge (!), late night soccer on floodlit pitches and a parade of aromas ranging from malodourous sulphur to delicious bbq lamb. Our driver was a nice old man who never strayed from the middle lane and was undisturbed by the racing taxis flanking us either side. Rio was in darkness when...