Its a long way to Tipperary
Trip Start
Sep 20, 2007
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Trip End
Sep 20, 2008
Rio de Janeiro,
Brazil
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
When we collect our bags, the first thing we do is hide any thing valuable in every orifice of our body's. So we are picked up by a Brazilian driver with a sign for Conor that read Gartney. This is where we get our first taste of the Brazilian driver who are nothing better than a drunk driving at 100 miles an hour the wrong way up a 1 way street.
Anywho we arrive to the hostel safely n check in but the wonderful mellow yellow have no bed sheet or towels for us so we sleep on dirty mattress n manky pillows we are also under the pool table room so we can hear every ball been potted. Its a fantastic start n every one is ready to pack up n head home
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. We book ourselves in for a few tours like going to see the slums. The Favela its amazing and we now realise that where were staying is class compared to this shit hole and what an experience.
Our first taste of the Yellow Mellow bar is a pub quiz. After splitting the five of us into two teams to make of the most of our phenomenal general knowledge we both managed to come joint last.
Now our first night out in Rio is on about the third night because all we seem to be doing is sleeping don't know what has happened unlike us 5 party animals. We head to our usual haunt the Gay Bar and it is suffice to say that one lucky lad met the finest girl of his life that night at gay night. But what happens next is two reach arounds and one long road to Tipperary.
So our next tour is the sugar loaf where we get unreal views of Brazil Its a beauty but what was even better was we met our new Brazilian tour guide Paulo. What a man. Tree swingin, beer drinkin, football lovin, lady pulling legend. We were in awe in his presence.
He took us to see the local team play where the football wasn't great but the atmosphere of the half filled (still 41,000) stadium which would crush the spirits of the Bernabeau or silence any Anfield. A footballers dream.
Last thing the wonderful Paulo took us to was the Christo where it pissed rain in a huge thunder storm..Not many can say they saw it in that way.
So the second night out was a funny one which ended up with a sleeping security man wearing a toilet seat round his head n a certain Riggs came to life.
Then it was the Lapa street party which was where we met Bills other half Grace and we met her other half The drunk. Her pics of the night are on her bebo. We also saw Donis racist/bigot side come out (accidentally) when he asked the only Hindus in our hostel how they liked their steaks done??
The 4th night out was organised by Paulo so we Knew we were in for a winner. We were brought to the slums The Favela for a funk party. Very funny night where drink was cheep n lovely local lady's were bumpin and grinding (Literally Vibrating). We only indulged in one of those two options.
So there were no robbery's or stabbings and with decent beaches we had agreat old time only bad thing to happen was Ireland getting booted out of the world cup by Argentina.
