Thursday, May 5, 2011

Into the Jungle

03.-04. of May, Jio de Janeiro

Tuesday:
We got up at some ungodly hour, six-thirty-ish -- university has spoilt me for real jobs, methinks -- to find a bus to the foot of the bejungled hill of Corcovado. Taking heed the warning of the tourist office lady from yesterday, "There are no maps, and people do get lost", we cheerfully searched byways for hidden paths, which we found through a -- possibly private -- driveway and past a small hut bearing a warning against gas tóxico. It was perfect! Small, overgrown, and we were somewhat sure it led in the right direction.

Turns out it actually did, but after about two thirds the way up, a tangle of fallen trees, roots and bushes totally obscured the way, and we instead climbed onto the near tracks of the train which is the usual route for people trying to get up that hill. At the top, we took a quick peek at Christo Redentor, probably the worlds largest piece of kitsch, and a longer one at the surrounding countryside. At this point, I really would like to show some of the pictures we took of the view of the Bay of Rio do Janeiro, with the mountains and the islands... but lacking neccessary technology, this must wait.

The post for today must wait, the Internetcafe is closing...

1 comment:

  1. In the Jungle,
    the mighty jungle,
    the Ändy sleeps tonight.
    In the jungle,
    the quiet jungle,
    the Doro sleeps tonight.

    O iiiii Wimowee, o iiiii Wimowee
    O iiiii Wimowee, o iiiii Wimowee

    i miss you guys!!

    Anna Banana

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