This morning started off with an excellent buffet including so many different fruits and cheeses that I never even touched the eggs or meats nor the wide assortment of pastries. I’ve also found that the coffee here in Brazil is so rich and aromatic that I don’t need to order an espresso or cappuccino. The coffee is to die for!
I’m getting to know some of my fellow travelers and since it is a small group (just sixteen of us), it is pretty easy. Two of the men are Russian, originally from the Ukraine but who emigrated to the USA twenty-three years ago, currently living in New York City (so I was correct that it was Russian accents I was hearing).
We left the hotel at 7:20 AM to visit the Christ the Redeemer statue. This is a very popular attraction here in Rio de Janeiro and being on the first tram means the crowd is much smaller than later in the day. Unfortunately, the escalator was not working so we had to climb the 220 steps up to the monument. There is an alternative route to the tram—a two mile hike up the mountain which, had I not been with a tour, I may have considered. As you can see, the view of the harbor from the mountain top in breathtaking. The monument itself is magnificent, 98 feet high, excluding its 26 foot pedestal. The arms stretch 92 feet wide and it is covered with six million stone tiles. We were told that most of the tiles have messages written on the backside by the workers who installed them. While up there, I saw several monkeys cavorting on the railings but, unfortunately, they were somewhat camera shy and refused to sit still for me.

After leaving Christ the Redeemer, we were driven around the city for about an hour which basically just reinforced my initial impression that the slums are everywhere. Incredibly, some of the best views of the ocean are from the favelas.
Back at the hotel, I indulged myself with another cup of coffee and then took off for a long walk on the promenade. The sidewalk mosaic is laid with black and white waves which I was told represent the White Europeans and the Black African slaves, whose history is intertwined in Brazil. While not necessarily interwoven, they do intermingle, each influencing the other. Then, within the black and white lines, you see pockets of red, representing the indigenous peoples of Brazil. They were engulfed by the Europeans and slave populations around 1500, remaining isolated but influenced by the presence of others.
The beaches are alive with activity, volleyball nets, exercising bars, and colorful kiosks selling food, libations, and trinkets. I found it interesting that each of the beach kiosks has a wet “line” leading from the promenade across the beach out to them. Every kiosk has a hose that periodically wets down the sand so your feet won’t burn and you have a direct path. Also, they decorate themselves with flags representing their own individual nationality.

There are many underground bathrooms along the beach, some with lockers and showers, available to the public for one or two Brazilian Reals (approximately 25 – 50 cents). I also noticed while walking around that the smells from “cigarettes” were not tobacco smells. I have no idea whether or not this is legal or not.
Anyway, that is enough about the Rio beaches. What can I say? They are fun. Anything goes. After I got back to the hotel and had another cup of cappuccino, I rested up for about an hour and then went out for dinner. I went to a place recommended by my tour guide as a “locals” place. Open air, tables facing the Atlantic. I ordered a half bottle of a local chardonnay and three empanadas, all with seafood and local cheeses. Mmmmm! My table offered me a wonderful vision of the ocean. I sipped on the chardonnay, ate the empanadas and then, a local guy asked if he could sit with me. Why not? Next thing I knew, there was a band playing for me! We danced. Then, despite his flirtation, I announced that I had to go and meet my group for a drink. I called for my check and he wanted to pay! He actually said that Brazilian men pay. I advised him that I am an American woman who was sitting alone and that just because he joined me for a brief period of time, that did not change the fact that I was responsible for my own purchases. I did pay and I did leave.

Thiss is my group! I met up with them and we went to a beach bar to listen to music. While there, I convinced one of the women to dance. Next thing, almost every one was dancing! YAY!

Rio de Janeiro is a study in contrasts. The drive from the airport took us through several favelas (that is what Brazilians call their slums or shantytowns). They look like houses built on top of other houses, open to the air with few outer walls. Some do not have running water or electricity. The picture manages to look somewhat charming but it is not. Also, these favelas take up a wide swatch of Rio. Many, many people live there.
In addition to the bar, the rooftop features a fully-equipped gym, sauna, an endless pool, and many lounges for sunning. I immediately took advantage by ordering a double cappuccino to enjoy while waiting for my room to be ready for check-in. As I waited, I perused the map given me by our tour guide, an Argentinian woman named Carol.
We went to this most awesome place for dinner–
Packing for a trip where the temperatures will vary from 40 degrees up to 80 degrees can be quite challenging. Layers, layers, layers. Luckily, most of my clothing has been purchased with just that flexibility in mind. Warmth together with comfort are paramount. I am all packed and almost ready to go. Chloe is staying with John and is already there at his house making it her own. John will be picking me up shortly to take me for the start of my journey which starts with spending approximately 15 hours either in airports or in the air. I am traveling alone, as I usually do. Some may feel daunted by that but I have been blessed with two favorite pastimes that particularly lend themselves to traveling alone…people watching and a love of reading.
The invention of the internet gave inspiration to Michael Hart who, in 1971, typed the text of the Declaration of Independence which he then sent out on ARPAnet saying it was available for download. Six people took him up on his offer by downloading the text; thus, the world’s first e-book was born.















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