Copacabana and the Lapa Hostel

So we had a minor hiccup. We couldn’t leave the day we wanted to because there weren’t any flights so we had to add an additional day to our stay in Rio. Not bad per se, but we needed to find somewhere else to spend the night. That’s how we ended up staying at the…

The Lumps Eat… Casa Momus

Located on Rua do Lavradio, a small street that was holding its own live Jazz festival, Casa Momus was a discovery of Marta’s that she was keen to try. Having flipped through the menu myself I was also sold and we hit it up for lunch. It was the happiest I’d been since arriving in Brazil….

The Christo Redentor

Day five is Mega Jesus day! Everyone knows you can’t go to Rio and not see Mega Jesus. In fact, even if you decide not to hang with the Jesus in person he’s pretty much an omnipresent figure (in Rio, not in the almighty sense) continuously gazing over the city. Though never at you because…

The Saga of the Blocked Toilet

*Warning: This story is pretty disgusting. If you’re weak of stomach, turn back now. For the same reason this story contains no images. Be grateful* It was always going to happen and in truth I’m surprised it took so long, but on the fourth day I awoke with a killer hangover. The night before, exhilarated…

Red Beach (Praia Vermelha)

Done with the Sugarloaf and dripping with sweat from the relentless heat and humidity, we took a detour to Red Beach. Having seen it from on high we knew it was both close and beautiful. Kind of like every girl I knew in high school once puberty kicked in, expect this place was attainable. We…

Sugarloaf Mountain

After failing to scale Sugarloaf Mountain the day prior we set off with this as our only goal in mind. Confronted yet again with the tsunami of wrongness that is the morning-after Carnaval streets of Rio, we headed for the closest metro station. Even though it was a different one from yesterday, this one was…