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Sunday, September 19, 2010

Searching for a home and the Homeless World Cup

We checked out of our much loved Rio Hostel yesterday morning and spent the entire miserable rainy wet and cold day looking for a new place to stay. One of the few pick-me-ups of the day was lunch which we had in Copacabana in a small restaurant with the seats in a wrap around counter style all facing in to the glory of about 50 chickens and other various meats and veggies were grilling in the BBQ. Delicious meal. After the all day search we ended up only 5 minutes away from our previous hostel for half the price.

For dinner we went and had a caprese pizza at a nearby restaurant. With our beers we played a new dice game called Fargle (I won 2/3 and therefore has won the right to three blissful days of not having to hold the 'kitty' or money purse). Before we knew it it was 11 o'clock and the streets surrounding the bars and restaurants near the arches (which look like aqueducts) were closed to traffic and the party had begun. 2 am and after having a few at a club we headed back to the hotel. Quick stop for the BEST STREET HOT DOG EVER!! Anthony Bourdain would be in heaven.

Today we had a typical Brazilian breakfast of pastries stuffed with ham and cheese and coffee standing up looking out at the tiled stairs.

On our way to the Homeless World Cup football games we had a typical tourist experience of a coconut on the copacabana beach and then the most delicious meal I have had yet. Prawns. Garlic. Barata frita (fries). Glorious. Shells heads and all. The best I have ever had. There was a good 25 minutes of silence as we sat and sucked on those prawns till there was nothing left.

Off to football we saw the grace and finesse of Brazil as the girls team destroyed Paraguay 11-2. Classic James moment as we attempted to leave the stadium and avoid stepping on people. Since he didn't know the Portugese word for "excuse me" he decided "screw it I'll just say it in Italian!" and proceeded to say 'mi scusi' to everyone he passed (this is the only Italian he knows).

Dinner then bed. Favella tour in the am and then catching the bus to Paraty.

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