Not the sort of place you'd expect to see a beer with that name but it was ice cold.

Carol forgot it was supposed to be her arms that she should have used to pull up with.

The sand is so hot they need to cool it to walk on.

This was the company that the guy we met on the Camino works for.

This sort of beach badminton with a tennis ball is very popular.

These aircraft dragging banners were buzzing round all afternoon.

A Beach Day (Sort Of)

28 de fevereiro, Brasil ⋅ 🌬 30 °C

Carol's sister, Opal, who left us five weeks ago in Manaus arrived this morning in Rio to join us for the carnival. Which meant we were up earlish as she arrived at the hotel at 8am.

Carol and Opal have secured places on one of the samba schools performing in the Sambadrome tomorrow evening. So the first task of the day was to go to the travel agency they'd booked it through to find out the final details and exactly where they would be picked up.

That done by midday, most of the afternoon and early evening was spent in and out of bars along Copacabana, watching people playing hybrid sports on the beach, listening to live music, drinking a few capriahinas and the odd bottle of beer.Leia mais

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