January 02, 2007 – Again with the Traveling

About 3am the war started. A week’s worth of Brazilian food joined forces with a New Year’s worth of liquor and waged a combined assault on a case of Imodium and 2 pounds of cheese. The intestines are no place for this to happen, mine especially.

We were supposed to go on a final tour that morning. It was kind of a steroid induced, power tour of all of Rio. We bowed out. Actually it wasn’t so much bowing, as much as it was me just buckled over in pain.

We slept. The pain passed, so to speak. We checked out of our room. We went to the grocery store and bought souvenirs. We slept some more. The rest of the gang came back from the tour. Since it was still raining, they didn’t see as much as they hoped. We bought postcards and marveled at the view.

Jill, Max, Lois, Patty and I took a van to the airport. We sailed through check-in in a manner that was wholly foreign to us in Rio. Since we still had a bunch of Reals that would soon be useless to us, we hit the duty-free shops like sailors on shore leave. We bought souvenirs. We bought food. We bought Pinga. Why did we buy Pinga?

We boarded the 9 and a half hour flight back to Atlanta. It was very much like the flight coming in, but in reverse. Go back to the December 26^th entry and read it backwards. The only thing different is the seats didn’t get more comfortable and Jill didn’t find her driver’s license at the end.

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