Hey there peeps,
Two weeks down the line and I’m feeling like sports reporting royalty. It’s hard to move around in the streets of Rio without tourists and locals accosting me for pictures or autographs.
When I tried to pitch my tent on the beach the other day, they even asked me to move to a less obvious place, fearing my presence would attract a stampede of fans. If Bafana Bafana played better football, they too would have had an opportunity to feel this special.
Brazilian hospitality still leaves much to be desired. Earlier this week I put this to the test by offering a Brazilian household an opportunity to host me for the night. The cuisine consisted of bread and cheese for dinner – apparently a national French-Brazilian dish. Overall the experience once again proved my point that South Africa really is the home of the best World Cup ever!
And I must say the ATMs here are VERY Third World. None of them seem to accept my cards and I am doing beach-front foot massages to bring in some cash. Could anyone perhaps send me some? Tweet or Facebook me for my banking details – the hashtag is #MyBigBreak.
It really would have helped if you were here.
Dave
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