Rio de Janeiro

31 hours in the bus from Salvador took it's toll. Grumpily I took the bus to the Cocacabana and found my hostel right away. 20 beds in one room for 15$. Rio is the place where you loose money without noticeing. I wen't to the famous "pan de azucar" and walked all over downtown - for hours. The views are amazing and exactly like the picture of Rio which out of some reason hung in my childhood bedroom all my life. I also spent a day with some travellers at the Cocacabana and notice the very different type of bikini they wear there - less textils more strings and sometimes to much skin. But a lively atmosphere of playing and fun.
Going out was of course part of the experience. Just next to the hostel was a corner shop which is a hybrid between a tienda and a bar. Prices are low and people alnost allways local and they offer some nice talks. But the real deal is in the Lapa district, where everybody seem to go. It's packed, and alcohol is omnipresent. There are even venders who stroll the streets with salt, lemon and Tequilla to sell to the crowd. So I did the whole dancing thing, even though it dosen't fit me to much.
The next day I wen't to a match between Fluminense and Curibati. Fluminense got cooked. Interestingly Fluminense had two fan corners in their favor, but one seemed to be responsible for the strikers and one for the goalie. So each time one of them screwed up, the other fan block were dissing the stupid other fanclub - as far as "Scharmuetzel". The Samba drums are giving the beat during the whole game and people laugh all the time and enjoy what they like most - besides of women.