Unfortunately my time in Rio was short and when I got back to the hostel I apprehensively packed my bags ready to leave and later set off on my walk through the streets of Rio in the dead of night (about 2:30 AM).
My walk took me through some dodgy areas and even past the foot of a road leading towards a favela. Thankfully the drugs still seemed to be working as I now needed them more than ever.
At one point a homeless guy approached me and I resorted to deliberately talking to him in English and asking about Taxis and Airports, it seemed to stop him from stealing my bag of gadgets.
When I finally hailed a taxi my tactic was to handed over a wedge of cash and asked for "international" which is code for the Airport. The drive was mental, he insisted on a high speed dash across town, I think he probably misunderstood my nervousness for urgency. The driver drove like he was drunk and the car smelt of spirits. Despite my fears I made it in one piece and he even shook my hand and wished me bon voyage, which was nice.
Sadly because it was dark and probably dangerous I didn't get any photos in the night but I did take a few during the day whilst I visited Sugar Loaf Mountain.
The first few photos are taken from my hostel and the other few on my way up Sugar Loaf.
Next stop is America!
