Classic things

It is true to say that Frank Sinatra’s version of “The girl from Ipanema” played on an almost semi continuous loop while I explored the songs inspirational suburb, I had barely heard the song before I arrived in Rio, but for some reason I couldn’t get the chorus out of my head as I strolled…

Brazilian inspired

I can’t say I accomplished a great deal in Rio, I spent time at the beaches, visited no museums or historical venues and in spite of my personal safety based paranoia I found myself having a good time. Enjoying the sub-tropical warmth, the mostly empty, just out of season beaches and the relaxed vibe the…

Her name is Rio

Craning my neck upwards to look away from the manicured subtropical gardens around me I can see the famous statue of Christ the Redeemer perched on its mountain top above me, the hang gliders and paraponters look like little birds flying around the humungous statue as it overlooks the fantastically beautiful city beneath it. I…

EAT RIO Tom’s tour

Tom explains the premise of his food tour quite well, he wants the tour experience to be like a friend of a friend is showing you around a city they live in. And he nails that description perfectly with a mix of professionalism and approachability that delivers an excellent and enjoyable six hours of food…

Paranoia in Rio de Janeiro

Of all the places we had the plan to visit this year none of them concerned me as much as Rio de Janeiro, it is the first city I visited where I have had to search for safe places to stay and visit rather than just picking a relatively central locale at random. Rio recently hosted…

12 hours in Ouro Preto

Having taken the time to investigate the Belo Horizonte bus station yesterday I knew which ticket office I needed to go to buy my ticket to Ouro Preto, with buses every half hour I took the calculated risk of not needing to pre book my ticket. I did however pre purchase my ticket from Ouro…

Comida tailandesa com amigos

Having spent the morning exploring Belo Horizonte’s market I felt it was only fair that I should return a favour to Marilia for so kindly showing me around her home town. Marilia used to live in London and really missed international foods, so while we were the market I looked to see what produce there…

The Minas touch

The market in Belo Horizonte is a maze of shops and stalls one that I was very happy to have a local showing me around, I didn’t need the help navigating so much but more to help explain the local produce and to talk with some of the shop keepers when she found something specifically…

Pao de queijo

The first impression I had of Belo Horizonte had been gleaned the moment I stepped out of the taxi into the tropical feeling downtown, the pedestrian street where my hostel was located was not far away, the pretty cobbled street was lined with boutiques and the pedestrians on it looked approachable, perhaps the perfect scene…

Beautiful horizon

My stomach turned a little as the plane was touching down into Belo Horizonte, I sat uneasily in my airplane seat, the seatbelt wasn’t too tight, the tray was stowed and the seat was in an upright position. The flight had been smooth into and out of the transit stop in San Paolo and really…

Mas Mollejas

From the little blue dot on my screen google maps had me in the right place, I had followed the directions correctly, navigated the traffic and crossed over the almost subterranean La Canada river to reach this road running parallel. The street was a little non-descript, but was clean and well kept, I had assumed…

Grabbing the bull by the horns

Travelling in a place where the food culture is simple and uninspiring is a two edged sword, it is liberating in a way and disheartening in another. The liberation comes in the form of freedom, I am free from the relentless research and planning I undertake to try and ensure that I have every opportunity…