Travel Blogs from Sao Paulo
... at first but after sleeping at Lisbon the night before i figured wasn't worth it. I tried to book on line but they wouldn't let me book for that evening anymore so i figured id sort it out when i arrived.
The passport control line was long, as always it seemed that our line was going the slowest but eventually got out & of course with my dirty mo i got stopped again to have my bags checked by customs. I must have that look.
Today we met with Atlantica Hotels International group, which has many hotels (including the Raddison we are staying at and the Clarion we visited as well). I was most impressed with the Clarion Hotel. In the US, Clarion is seen as a budget-friendly hotel. It is not fancy and is not seen as a major player in Business Travel, but the Clarion in São Paulo is very different. They are a very nice facility with luxurious hotel rooms and corporate long-stay apartments. ...
... the bus was late. It was evidence of the traffic situation that Fernando had told us about the day before. As it was we did not need to leave at 8 AM anyway and many of the class got down for breakfast just minutes before we were supposed to leave anyway. The restaurant was nice but for the most part the food for breakfast was no different there than it would be at home in a hotel restaurant. The thing that I would never get used to is ...
... The girls tried to teach us how to samba. They do it so quickly and make it look so easy. It's not easy. It's so hard! Very difficult to pick up. Then came the highlight of our day. We were all given some shirts that meant we could join the last bloco for the parade. So we danced an English version of samba down the street with the locals. It took about half an hour and was brilliant fun. We wanted to go again as soon as we had finished but were disappointed ...
And now the hostel has no doorway.
At the hotel where we were to stay,
Lost our booking to our dismay.
We walked for hours around this town,
With our heavy packs to weigh us down.
There’s a street party every night,
Even after we turn out the light.
There are people everywhere,
And pigeons to poop all throughout our hair.
How will we ever escape this place,