It´s 39 degrees and it´s not pretty...

Peeps! i[m still in rio. each day i think, ok, tomorrow[s my last day, but i can[t get enough of this place. Where i left off, was the day Helmer and Roberto left us. R back to Argentina and Helmer to take his energy to south Brazil and who else knows where. Pretty sad, cos they were my first batch of travel friends, amd we got on so well so quickly, and it was nice to have the boys do everything and look after us ( although i[m not sure they did much of that.) Now it[s just Zaza and I , in the sweatiest hostel i[m likely to experience (i hope). Impossible to sleep, so we just drink till we don[t care anymore...ok that looks pretty bad in print, but what[re u gonna do...meh.

We also visited the famous Sugar loaf mountain, seriously guys, it[s amazing. You go up in a cable car and at first ur thinking u[ve been totally ripped off, cos u could have just climbed a tall building. Then u realise that ur a dumbass and ther[e another cable cart that takes you much higher up to the actual mountain, and you ascend into a dense cloud, and the world dissapears, i was waaaay more excited than anyone else, but seriously. I was In A CLOUD!!!

We have three aussies in our room, their names are, dingo (seriously), gay, and orange pants (in all fairness i never bothered to learn orange pants real name, and why would u want to call someone dean, if u could call them dingo instead?)

They[re constantly on the go and high most of the time, but they keep surprising us as we spend more time together. I mean yes, they hardly wash and walk around in their tiny pants and do a loooot of drugs, and wake us up at 5 in the morning with weed smoke and music, but they aalso cook fresh yummy salad for tea and share it with everyone, and read a lot, and love to chat, so, appearances can be deceiving i guess. They[re all in love with Zaza, and are shameless in fighting for her attenion, which is entertaining for me to watch her squirm ; ) We all went out together to that street party in Lapa again, and though it[s crazy busy, we kept managing to find each other in that madness. And even met poeple we knew, which is insane after just 10 days. Another girl we were with, Tara the jewellery designer from new york, went for a pee at 2 in the morning and never came back. We waited outside the club for ages, then went to look for her and were really worried. It turns out on her search for a pee, she fell in the piss ditch and was so disgusted, got a cab home. fair enough really, and frickin hilarious.

We finally got the bus home at 6 in the morning, when we[d had just about enough of being groped and squeezed (it[s totally the norm here. sex flows and flourishes here and ''NO'' seems to mean, hey, come and grab my crotch, so we[re adjusting) and then lay on ipanema beach, drunk as skunks, and watched the sun rise. At the night the favelas sparkle on the hillside like brigadoon, and slowly light up as the sun moves across the sky in pink streaks. Amazing, and not just cos we were wasted ;) Stumbled home and snoozed.