Garvey Park Hotel
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The weather was shithouse today, but I still dragged my ass out of bed at 8am to continue exploring the city. The first place I came across looked like it had been destroyed in a storm, but as it turns out it was an abandoned building that the homeless of Brasilia had adopted for a little while before vacating the place. It had no windows, and everythign of value ahd been taken out. It also had the beatiful smell of **** and rotten food.
As I was in the area, I decided to ...
... the majority of the Saturday nights, belonging to my twenty's, dancing to quality underground trance music in front of the DJ booth at that dark night club called The Phoenix. The spiritual home of Tangled. Which sadly passed away some time ago.
The week surrounding the final night of Tangled was sheer torture for me. I had never envisaged the magnitude or the intensity of the emotions I would endure through missing it. I was stuck in a whirlwind ...
Wake up and unfortunately for us, our time in Rio is up. We finalize packing up our stuff and then head down to get one final breakfast of sandwiches and juice. At around 10, we drop our keys off with the doorman and catch a taxi back to the airport to catch our flight to Brasilia. We check-in, with everyone putting my mom as the emergency contact since no one would want to know we all died if the plan crashed, and make our way to the gate. ...
... on that front!
Arrived in Brasilia around five, and settled in to our
lovely double room in the hostel part, whilst everyone else camped. Well, I say
lovely, it looked like the kind of room you might find a forgotten hostage in,
huge room with a double bed in it and a fan and nothing else, but it had its
own bathroom and the fact that there was a mattress was enough for us.
After dinner we ...
... up and down steep & slippery paths, clambering over bobbing boats (albeit with the comment "is this a good idea?"), taking a powerboat ride under Iguazu Falls for a power drenching or more straightforward things such as swimming or eating (not sure how much she told the doctor on her return though!). When we met them at Sao Paolo airport they were surprisingly lively after a long flight and keen to hit the streets to take in the night air.