Fator Palace Hotel
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On a day when I choose to do very little I thought it would be a good idea to take some pictures from around the ship and share some of the beautiful artwork and pieces with ya'll.
The following day we arrived in Recife, Brazil...this place made Cape Verde really look like Paradise!!! a lot of people and quite intimidating...did not spend much time...got back to 'home base' very ...
... Next found all over the world was a crushing blow and we all had genuine sympathy for him.
We got an early night in preparation for USA vs Germany the following day, although a 1pm kick off, we had been advised to allow plenty of time to get to Recife's Arena Pernambuco; located almost 20km outside the city. We set off just after 10am and with another breakfast buffet inside us for a metro stop a couple of miles away. The rain was pouring down and we were soaked within ...
... got them to budge on their price not one little bit, handed over the cash in a surreptitious manner, and were slipped two tickets with the names Ricardo Mascorro and Josue Mascorro. (At least our alter-egos were related...) VICTORY! We were officially/illegally going to our second World Cup game! After a train ride that made riding the 4/5/6 during rush hour seem as refined as a tea party with the Queen of England, and then yet another bus ride, we arrived at ...
... either, and never after dark around the residential area as it is said to be too dangerous. We spent our last few days meeting Eduardo's friends and having a drink. Some of these I haven't seen for ages and it was great to catch up. In one bar we went to you can order some big pieces of delicious steak on a spit and the waiters constantly bring you beer (until you tell them to stop) and slice meat to share. It was as though it was an alternative to peanuts. ...
... with rickety looking canopies and potholed roads.
We alighted from the bus outside the library, then decided to cross the sluggish-looking river over a prominent bridge to visit the shops and, so we had heard, the local markets. At low tide the river was full of all sorts of rubbish and, I'm sorry to say, stunk of raw sewage. The bridge was called Ponte Maurício de Nassau and was built on the site of the first ...