Hotel Dan Inn
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... in Amsterdam later on this journey. Our flight from Istanbul to Sao Paulo was fortunately not as cold as the one before and there was a lot more space too – and when it comes to a 13 hour flight it's much appreciated. Also the screen onboard was a lifesaver – it really helped pass the time. Well arrived at the airport in Sao Paulo we went through immigrations and customs without any problems and out to our waiting driver, who drove us to ...
... which is the oldest cemetery in Sao Paulo. It’s where all the old high society got buried and the place is massive. The crypts and graves are huge. Each family trying to out-do the other families in showing off their wealth and power. One family had a huge 25m monster built with sculptures, carvings and other artistic work. There were lots of impressive ones so we strolled through and looked at the coolest. The place would be seriously creeping ...
... though I was on my own.
Graham had a game to go to, taking Ramin in my place.
I'm not 'over' the football like I was in South Africa, but I'm more than happy to watch it from the comfort of an easy chair.
From here it was a brisk walk to the MuBE, Museu Brasieiro Da Escultura, where there was an exhibition of the diaries and paintings of young girls held in Thereisinstadt concentration camp.
I had read a review of this in ...
... was fantastic and it made a nice change having a bottle of wine instead of a caipirinha or beer. We met up with Eliot at his hostel for a few more drinks and called it a night.
We took advantage of a late check out and enjoyed a delicious breakfast buffet and another soak in the private jacuzzis. The rest of the day was spent lounging around the hotel; we were feeling too lazy to do any more sightseeing. Before catching our nightbus ...
... samba schools giving an hour-long performance in our midst. I don't think I'll ever forget the peculiar rhythm the leader blew on his whistle to direct the drum corp. After getting that tiny sample, I tried to imagine what full-blown carnival would feel like. Maybe it's a good thing I won't be here for it. It would have to be the world's greatest sensory overload.
I've promised my friends that everyone will get a shout out over the course of my ...