Oh man where to begin. Rio de Janeiro was a whirlwind. We only were able to stay in Rio for 3 days which is definitely not enough time! We packed our days to the brim with activities and made the best of it. I will need to return to Rio someday just so I can experience the area for a full week.
We began our Rio experience Friday night around 10PM when we arrived in the airport. After settling into our new apartment (and receiving heaps of Brazil spirit-wear from our host!) we took to the streets of Ipanema. We were about 2 blocks from Ipanema Beach and Rio was
definitely a change from our past home in Manaus. There was activity everywhere you looked. Our place was a TON bigger as well. We had a balcony that overlooked the streets and the mountains were in the background. It was gorgeous. Anyway, we went to a popular restaurant down the street and had a late night dinner around midnight. We then returned to our place to rest and prepare for FanFest on Copacabana Beach the next day!
Saturday morning was very quick paced. We hopped on the new metro system Brazil has and arrived at Copacabana at 10:30AM. We met up with Andre, our good pal from the jungle tour. It just happened to work out that he traveled to Rio after Manaus as well. We all walked toward FanFest with hundreds of people. It was insane. Before we walked in we had to go through security. This place wasn’t messing around. We then walked into the fenced area and glanced around at the marvel before us. There was a massive screen about 100 yards away and games and bars galore. As we
walked in a band was playing on the stage below the big screen. It was very fast paced music and all the Brazilians were dancing samba or just jumping around like lunatics. The energy in this one area was off the charts. It made me feel excited just to watch. We planned to get into FanFest at 11AM because we thought the game started at noon. Well, we didn’t take into consideration the 1 hour time difference. So instead of being 1 hour early, we were 2 hours early. It was kinda tiresome to stand around for 2 hours but thankfully the band was playing really energized music and the crowd was responding. It also turned out to be a good thing because by the time it was noon, people were cramming in like sardines. We definitely wouldn’t have gotten the spot we did if we came later. With 30 minutes until game time I could barely say I had 4 feet to myself. I situated a towel on the ground to claim some space but even that didn’t deter people from walking all over it. SO MANY PEOPLE. The game began and the place was electric. There’s something about being surrounded by sweaty hardcore soccer fans – nothing can beat it. The energy was contagious and our party sported the spirit-wear our host gave us. Thank goodness she did because otherwise we would have been outcasts. Every single person was wearing Brazil colors. Well, except for the Chile fans. But they all huddled together and created their own little island. I hoped to God they wouldn’t get beaten up. At halftime Dad and I left to go to the beach and get away from the huge crowds. I was feeling a little claustrophobic. Getting out of FanFest – oh geez was that an experience in itself. Just imagine you are standing on one end of a football field and want to get to the other but there is a sea of people who are sweaty and drunk. It was tough stuff. Thankfully, I tailgated an Argentina fan out of the place. He pushed through all the people and did the hard work for me. There were some points where I literally didn’t think we were going to make it out. The crowd was so thick at points that there seemed to be no exit. FINALLY, after about 15minutes of forcing a path, we made it out. Hallelujah! Fresh air and my own personal space! I was so relieved. We laid on the beach for a bit but I didn’t go in the water because evidently it’s some of the nastiest water in the Southern Hemisphere. Some of Rio’s sewage seeps into the ocean….so sad. We then took naps near a big screen on the beach while waiting for the game to end. We were awoken by the screams of Brazilian fans. The game had gone into overtime and penalty kicks were about to begin. It was entertaining because I could determine the score based on the cheers or sobs of the crowds. Then, the game winning PK was taken. Brazil scored and chaos ensued. I have seen some crazy scenes but this beat them all. Immediately the crowds jumped up and down and all their faces were full of happiness and excitement. I saw beers being thrown in the air, people kissing random strangers, and fans falling on the ground and creating dog piles. I’ve never seen so many make out sessions on my entire life. Oh and get this, one guy literally ran from one end of the beach to the other and chest bumped some random dude and continued to high five and hug other people. And all of these people welcomed the gestures with open arms. After all this settled down (which believe me took a long while), we headed back to our place to shower and then to Lapa for dinner and nightlife.
We took the metro to Lapa and met up with Andre once again. Andre was super cool and I'm very glad he was able to join us in our adventures. He was very lively and always had fun stories or comments. We ate dinner outside in an alleyway that was streamed with flags from all the various countries around the world. It was a neat atmosphere and one of the things I liked most about Brazil was that nearly every restaurant had the option to sit outside. We had an incredible dinner (Brazil food never disappoints) and then searched for the infamous Rio party
scene. Well it didn't take too long to find it! We literally walked three blocks and the streets were MOBBED with people. And times 10 of what we experienced in Centro Manaus which means, thanks to my math oriented mind, it was like Bourbon Street in New Orleans multiplied by 1000. It seemed that whichever bar/club we picked we wouldn't be disappointed. I wanted to find one with live music where people were dancing samba or maybe salsa. We found one that was half indoor and half outdoor. We had to wait at least 30 minutes for people to leave so that we could be assigned a "table." They did this so that people didn't leave without paying the cover. We didn't mind waiting though because the streets next to us were hoppin’ with activity. A guy was walking around selling tequila shots and Andre edged me to get one. I was a little concerned about how he was selling it, maybe it wasn't the safest to drink, but then I saw that it was Jose Cuervo so it was legit. I took the shot and the guy didn't speak English so he started pouring me another one! No no no. I don't want to die tonight. Eventually a guy who spoke English acted as a translator and helped me out. My savior! After this, we were still waiting. So Andre bought us all beers at the stand nearby. Sure enough, soon after this they
let us in. Oh but we weren't allowed to bring in outside drinks. Of course. I ended up sneaking it in anyway by just holding it at my hip but evidently the two guys got caught by the security guard. They were forced to chug them before entering. Ah, the perks of being a woman :) We were seated at a table and the guys ordered drinks while I continued to secretly sip my “beer from the outside”. The guys didn't really want to dance so I went without them to the dance floor and found a partner to dance with. It was so much fun! The band took a break shortly after that and I returned to my seat. We talked a bit and then the band started playing again. I almost convinced Andre to come out and dance with me but I think he needed a little more liquid courage. So I decided I would ask the lively group of Brazilians behind us if any of them were interested. As soon as I went up to one of the girls she got so excited! And she spoke English! Double win. Then all her friends crowded around me and couldn't stop asking me questions or just saying "Oh my gosh you're from America!? That's so cool!" Evidently, being an American automatically makes you popular and the best person ever. I'm not
gonna lie, I was enjoying the attention. Then all their guy friends tried to dance with me. Now I was feeling a little overwhelmed, but they backed off after the first 3 intense minutes. They were all super nice! And hilarious. They told me their names but there were so many that I don't remember any of them...then they wanted to take a photo with me. This was the 3rd time this happened in Brazil. I've come to the conclusion that all Brazilians secretly (or not so secretly) want to be American. After chatting and dancing with them for a while, I went back to my table. Andre mentioned that when I walked over to the Brazilian group, it looked like a pack of wolves attacking prey. That sounds about right haha. They were really nice and fun and I'm glad I got to meet them! We all left shortly after that. It was a great night!
Sooo the next day was rough. I had been working up a pretty nasty cold the past 3 days and so when I woke up I was congested that I couldn’t breathe. Not to mention since we drank so much the night before I didn’t get much rest. It was poor planning on our part but I don’t regret it :) This was the day that we went to the famous Corcavado Mountain which has the Christ Redeemer statue and a view of the Rio Harbor that is listed in the 7 Natural Wonder of the World. We woke up at 6:30AM so that we could be at the ticket booth at 8AM. People had warned us that if we went any later that the mountain gets so crowded with people that it’s barely worth it. We took a van all the way to the steps leading to the statue. We were walking up and all of a sudden I was struck with terror. For those who do not know, I’m terrified of heights. I don’t know why at this moment it all came rushing out of nowhere, but I couldn’t move. I started hyperventilating a little
and was worried I wasn’t going to be able to make it to the top! My dad stayed back with me as the guys continued to climb. I focused on taking really deep breaths and not thinking so much. After about 10 minutes of this I continued, very very slowly, to the top. From the top, the views are simply stunning. I cannot adequately describe how gorgeous the overlook is. Here are a few words I think could attempt to describe it: outstanding, incredible, breathtaking, pulchritudinous, awe-inspiring, beautiful, remarkable. There were tons of people soaking up the view too but thankfully there was still room on the platform to mosey around. By the time we left it was jam packed and I was feeling uncomfortable. I’m so glad we got there as early as possible! We left and ate lunch on the beach. At this time I felt like my head was going to explode. Climbing up to the statue had made my ears pop and they were stuck like that since I was so congested. I literally wanted to lie on the ground and take a nap. It was the worst I’ve felt in a very long time. I was definitely not being good company and I couldn’t even talk without feeling sick. We then headed back to the apartment where I collapsed on the bed. The guys went to Ipanema Beach but I had to skip out because I was sweating and could barely stand up. I was worried I had caught something serious. Thankfully, all this passed after I woke up from my 2 hours nap. Phew! I still felt uneasy but much better than I was 2 hours prior. We all went to dinner at a steakhouse restaurant called Garota de Ipanema which is where the
famous song The Girl from Ipanema was written. I had actually never heard of it but I believed them! Dinner here was fan-freakin-tastic and definitely on the list of best meals in Brazil. A match was being shown on tv (of course) and there came a point when it was so intense that absolutely no one was eating their meal. All eyes were glued on the tv. I miss Brazil and its passion for soccer… We headed home and Andre went back to his place in Copacabana. Finally we may get a good night’s rest!
Monday was our last day in Rio :( Next on our tourist list was to visit Sugarloaf Mountain. To get to the top of the mountain you take a cable car from a lower mountain next to it and to reach this first mountain you can either take a cable car or hike it. We opted to hike it. The hike was very scenic as the trail winded around and traveled right next to some gorgeous bodies of water. It was pretty flat in the beginning and I was beginning to wonder if we were in the right place.
Then, the climb appeared. It was SUPER steep. One of the steepest hikes I’ve done for sure. It was a beautiful trail through the thick forest on the mountain. We heard that sometimes monkeys can be seen on the mountain but unfortunately we didn’t come across any. Shoulda stashed some bananas in our pockets to lure them out! We reached the top within an hour and the views were fabulous. We, however, did not look so fabulous. Sweatastic. We continued our venture toward Sugarloaf by finding the cable car terminal. When I came up to it I stopped in my tracks. Another day for Julie to conquer her fears...can she do it a second day in a row? I looked up to our destination and it was up in the clouds. I literally could not see the top because it was hidden by the clouds. This freaked me out even more. Eventually after much mental persuasion, I entered the cable car. I yelled, “I call middle!” No one challenged me. As we rode up, I made a point of looking through the photos on my camera to distract me. Even doing this I was still aware of how high we were traveling and was shaking. We reached the top and I had tears in my eyes. I was definitely more scared this time around than yesterday. But I made it!!! I was so proud of myself. I bought a celebratory Brahma beer to help calm my nerves. It worked! I’ve decided that next time I do something like this I’m going to have a beer beforehand. The views were outstanding. On one side of the mountain you could see a little harbor with hundreds of sail boats and on the other you could see Copacabana Beach. It was hard to determine which view was better between Sugarloaf and yesterday’s Corcovado. I gave Corcovado the 1st place award but Sugarloaf was a close second. From Sugarloaf you could also see all the favelas tucked away in the valleys. Definitely the places we avoided all trip due to their extremely dangerous nature. We enjoyed the views for about an hour and then headed back into the cable car. This time, I was able to stand on side and look out the windows! I attributed it to my Brahma. We returned to ground level and took a taxi back to our place. We then parted ways with Andre (sadly), packed our things, and prepared for our next destination – Ponta Negra!
