15.04.2011 - 17.04.2011 33 °C
So I have arrived in Rio at last and the plane journey was, as you can imagine, uneventful. In Madrid they spent a long time fiddling with the plane, so we were a bit late, but I guess it´s better to be safe than sorry. Watching them was a perfect display of a group of men trying to fix a problem but in the end just wondering around and moving a ladder. I guess I didn´t have high expectations of Iberia airlines seeing as how cheap my ticket was but I was a little disappointed that we didn´t have individual tv screens, WARNING: Little Fockers is a shit film and should be avoided at all costs (probably no surprise to you all).
As you are all aware I like to save my pennies, so realising that there was a bus to the hostel for the equivalent of 3 pounds and the taxi could have cost up to 40 I opted for the bus. I had to eat 1/2 a pack of mentos to try and keep myself awake as I was sooo tired but eventually the bus driver told me where to get off. It seems that I communicated well with a non english speaking Brazilian, it must be my fluent Portoguese. Luckily the map I was using didn´t miss out any roads to confuse me and I made it swiftly to the hostel.
Che Lagarto hostel is great, I would thorughly recommend it to anyone travelling to Rio. Less than a 5 min walk from Copacabana beach and the buses, clean, free internet, and storage to lock your bag away each night. Can´t complain for about 5 pounds a night. I was a little shocked at the bathroom that is attached to our room as it looks like it is made out of marble and belongs in a 4 star hotel at home. This did not mean however that I enjoyed locking myself in there twice in the space of 10 mins. The first time a guy helped me out and the second a Spanish girl got to practice her terrible English explaining that she would go to get someone at reception while the same guy came along and helped me out again. My hero, he must think i´m a twat. I would like it known that they are in the process of fixing the door and I do not have a serious problems with locks as I so suspected. With my limited knowledge of Spanish/Portoguese in the hostel I have however been able to help with my reasonable knowledge of the English language. A Swedish guy held up his vest to me while writing his laundry list and asked what the piece of material was called. With a smile vest was on his list rather than troja which he said he would have used and probably not have got his clothes back. I can be useful as an english person!
So I spent yesterday morning on the beach, loving the Brazilians going for their morning runs along the sand, and I think I have been inspired to join them this morning in my bikini. I will however have to leave really early as it was a mere 33 degrees yesterday, dropping to a low 26 in the evening. I can already see my tan lines, I hopefully won´t look so pale soon. After working out the bus system, (I was pretty impressed with how quickly I managed to do this), I then went to the Jardim Botanico and Lagoa Rodrigo de Freitas (aka big lake in Lagoa.) I was hoping that the lake would be a little more beautiful/impressive but I had a bit of a walk round it and the botanical gardens were huge and really pretty. The only down point were the millions of couples taking pictures of themselves that I seemed to always be in the way for, well I took a really nice picture of myself by the fountain.
I spent the eve with a couple of English girls and some Argentinian guys which was a laugh and they gave me lots of useful info. which should come in handy along the way. I also managed to catch a bit of a football match on the beach. Right I should really get on with my day, this body won´t run along and tan itself on the beach.
Becks x x x x x