Favela funki festa...

ending up (& beginning a trip) at a Favela Funki party in the middle of nowhere - in fact it was tucked in behind the well-to-do Barra da Tijuca...funki musac & dancers (the gals were more than impressed!!!), yellow & green bouncers checking for arms, & a flow of cheap beer...
party came to an end around 4am & the night was then to begin...driving home in the dark (& that means no street lights in a dodgy district) the party-goers started nodding off...till the van came around the bend & went smack into another (semi-stationary in the middle of the road!!) - no harm done - just a big jolt & a long wait for the police, papers, questions... the gals took turns at running into the bushes to relieve themselves... However, John the slightly pissed Aussie decided the grass was greener on the other side...as he crossed, he was given a magical lift-off by a passing taxi - bang, smack, thud...& a flying Ozzie... the policeman who´d anxiously had his finger on the trigger for the last half hour (it´s not every night you need to protect a bunch of gringos from the wolves) nearly fired from fright - Nossa!!! Deus!!! the flying gringo disappeared so everyone gave a sigh of relief imagining the thud had been a passing dog... Dingo it was!!! He´d hopped into the bushes to finish his business & reappeared as if it had all been a dream... we eventually made it home for sunrise...another surrealistic night in Rio de J!!!

Look at me!!! Look at me!!!

Guess who???

Ozzie ozzie ozzie...oi oi oi

Smile my darling vikingos!!!!