Fear and loathing in Rio de Janeiro
Scared shitless, money hidden in my socks, camera tucked away in a plastic bag. Welcome to Rio, watch your step!
Scared shitless, money hidden in my socks, camera tucked away in a plastic bag. Welcome to Rio, watch your step!
Come to Sao Paulo with an open mind, ready to make friends and don’t expect your average city break.
Diving into a protest in a foreign country, for a cause about which you don’t know enough can sound like something to avoid.
The marvellous city, the destination of all roads, the first city that comes to mind when thinking of Brazil: Rio de Janeiro. Needless to say, I was intimidated.
Its 8:30 pm on a workday; the usual late dinner followed by absent Facebook scrolling. A notification pops up from a Holiday Pirates newsletter, reading: Error Fare: Flights to Brazil only £135 return This is it! I said to Alex, it’s THE sign!