The girl from Ipanema...
Hiyerrrrr
Yes its me, Leslos, safe and relativley well in Rio, Brazil. I said my goodbyes on Friday to my big bro & sis, my mum, and then at the airport it all got really emotional with my two best friends and my boyfriend. Everyone was crying, but it wasnt until I was on the transfer plane from manc to london that I had a cry myself.
Totally bewildered. The flight was delayed so there was no time to cruise Heathrow- before I knew it I was on a 747 to Rio with a few hundered brazilians for an 11 hr flight. Anyway met lovely woman called Riata from Sao Paulo who had just been on a business trip to London. She gave me her business card and personal numbers & told me if I ever got in a spot of trouble she could help me out. Really comforting when I hadnt even landed yet!
Travelling solo i was alone for a total of 15 minutes. A glaswegian called Carol spied a like solo-soul and before long we had arranged to share a cab to our digs and there you go. Alone no longer.
Took a walk along copacobana & ipanema beaches, where the mens swimwear was even more itsybitsy than the womens. Carol wants to know where they keep their door keys... Was acossted by a beefy brazilian called Alan (?) asking if i wanted any cannabis or coke. It was 2 in the afternoon and i was only after a pizza. He sat himself down and told me he was skint (he was also in the uniform of skinny swimshorts & little else) and I couldnt work out if he was begging- or some kind of beach gigalo. Anyway he only went away after Carol pointedly ignored him. Soft shite me had bought him half a lager cos I felt sorry for him but Carol has reprimanded me for that.
`Tell them to go away- or better still, fuck off`
Anyway my first night on the road was spent on the roof of Carols 5 star hotel sitting poolside with a steak dinner. Carol is waiting for her submarine navigator fiance to surface today and apparently 150 navy types will be on the tiles in Rio tonight.
Which is nice.
Yes its me, Leslos, safe and relativley well in Rio, Brazil. I said my goodbyes on Friday to my big bro & sis, my mum, and then at the airport it all got really emotional with my two best friends and my boyfriend. Everyone was crying, but it wasnt until I was on the transfer plane from manc to london that I had a cry myself.
Totally bewildered. The flight was delayed so there was no time to cruise Heathrow- before I knew it I was on a 747 to Rio with a few hundered brazilians for an 11 hr flight. Anyway met lovely woman called Riata from Sao Paulo who had just been on a business trip to London. She gave me her business card and personal numbers & told me if I ever got in a spot of trouble she could help me out. Really comforting when I hadnt even landed yet!
Travelling solo i was alone for a total of 15 minutes. A glaswegian called Carol spied a like solo-soul and before long we had arranged to share a cab to our digs and there you go. Alone no longer.
Took a walk along copacobana & ipanema beaches, where the mens swimwear was even more itsybitsy than the womens. Carol wants to know where they keep their door keys... Was acossted by a beefy brazilian called Alan (?) asking if i wanted any cannabis or coke. It was 2 in the afternoon and i was only after a pizza. He sat himself down and told me he was skint (he was also in the uniform of skinny swimshorts & little else) and I couldnt work out if he was begging- or some kind of beach gigalo. Anyway he only went away after Carol pointedly ignored him. Soft shite me had bought him half a lager cos I felt sorry for him but Carol has reprimanded me for that.
`Tell them to go away- or better still, fuck off`
Anyway my first night on the road was spent on the roof of Carols 5 star hotel sitting poolside with a steak dinner. Carol is waiting for her submarine navigator fiance to surface today and apparently 150 navy types will be on the tiles in Rio tonight.
Which is nice.
posted by LesAlanos @ 12:14 PM
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