We took a bus from the apartment to the base of the mountain where you can then take the streetcar or a taxi up to the statue. We opted for the streetcar, the full touristy option. Not before ice creams though. I had a white chocolate Magnum. Hugo had a passion fruit lolly.
The view from the top is completely incredible. I'd seen, and I'm sure everyone has seen, countless photos just like the ones I've put on here but it really is breathtaking to see it in person.
Just to be clear I am still talking about the white chocolate Magnum here. Corcovado is ok too.
It was warm and sunny when we got there, but as has been the case every day over the past week or so, the weather changed entirely in the space of about 5 minutes. It became grey, cloudy and started to completely pish down, with a thunderstorm brooding in the distance. I felt a little sorry for the tourists passing us on the streetcar on our way down. I suspect they would have seen nothing but grey skies by the time they arrived at the summit. Hahahaha.
Later that evening we went to a little square not far from our place on the recommendation of Hugo's colleague Joao. Each weekend it hosts Samba groups and there's always plenty of music and different market stalls during the day. We missed a lot of the music that night, but I suspect we'll be back again soon enough.
On the way home we stopped at a petrol station to get some drinks. Hugo went into the shop and I stood outside waiting. A range rover pulled into the garage and a guy, built like a brick shithouse, and who could easily have been a goon in a Vin Diesel movie, stepped out into the courtyard. He reached back into his car, brought out a FUCKING GUN (a shiny silver glock) and slipped it into the front of his jeans. Then he clocked me staring at him, so I quickly looked away, obviously completely shitting it. He then walked around the courtyard, chatting to and shaking hands with all the staff, who appeared to know him. For some reason he had cling film wrapped tightly around his left upper arm. Fuck knows why. Anyway, Hugo came back out so we left. A coke zero for him, a normal one for me. 500ml.
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