Igreja de Nossa Senhora da Gloria
Cafe Colombo
MAC gallery Niteroi
We then flew to Brasilia, the capital of Brazil which was plonked in the middle of the coutnry by the aforementioned Niemeyer in the 1950s. It's visually impressive, but awful to walk around, being entirely designed for the life of the future as envisioned in the middle of the last century.
Cathedral in Brasilia
From Brasilia we took various buses deep into the country with its rust red earth and savannah scrub. First we went about 400km south west of Brasilia to Goias Velho, an 18th century town that was the capital of Goias state until 1937. F asked me to marry him over one of the most delicious homemade breakfasts I have had. Obviously I said "yes!".
The red red earth of the Platano
A selection of the homemade jams at breakfast
From there we went to Sao Jorge, about 240km north of Brasilia. The bus from Goiana dropped us at Alto Paraiso, about 40km from Sao Jorge, at 2.30am. Managed to order a taxi in Portuguese over the phone using a number written on the wall. The driver arrived 10 minutes later half asleep and drove us at top speed down a road lit only by the spectacular display of stars in the sky. When the tarmac ran out and he continued driving down a dirt track, still at top speed, I worried for a moment we might be entering into the realm of the Cohen Brothers. But no, he dropped us at our spotless pousada (hostel) and was more than happy with the 100 reals we were more than happy to give him.
Over the next couple of days we visited the spectacular Vale De Lua (valley of the moon) - an ancient river that runs through rock formations that look like modernist sculptures - and went for a guided walk in the Chappadas national park. We swam in gorges, avoided being bitten by tarantulas and stepping on tiny scarlet poison arrow frogs, and ate a lot of crisp sandwiches (all there was in the shop).
Vale de Lua
Can you spot us in this picture? (click to enlarge)
We flew back to Rio and spent our last 4 nights in a crumbling-on-the-outside but beautiful-on-the-inside guesthouse on the road between the party district of Lapa and the faded bohemian grandeur of Santa Teresa.
Our hostel in Rio
The Santa Teresa tram







