The excitement was beyond me and when we ran off the cliff edge and were flying over a hill of trees, the feeling was so powerful that tears came to my eyes. The happiness of having fulfilled another dream was phenominal. Now, I have a new dream, to learn to handglide solo. Wow! That will have to wait until Peru. It´s encouraged me to think more seriously about getting into extreme sports. Seriously, I mean it. The ferry ride back to Centro didn´t quite match up to flying.
Drinks with other hostel people let to Thai dinner in Ipanema, a great nightlife area with lots going on, and then a bus to Lapa with Rafael and his best friend, who I call Jelly, but that´s not his name. We were supposed to meet a big group from the hostel but they got lost and had ID problems getting into small clubs in the tunnel arches. In Lapa, there is a mass group of people gathered on the streets, tiny stands sell Caipirinhias, beer and crisps. Music pumps out of most buildings. Lots of Brazilians come here for their nights out. Everyone seems to know everyone and they greet eachother with big smiles. Maybe that´s just because I was with two regulars but this friendliness appeared to spread through the crowd. The taxi that took us home was a mix between a taxi and a bus, it has a roughly set route. It is a nine people van that will pick up lots of people up from Lapa and then take everyone near enough to where they want to go in roughly the same direction. What a great idea! Cheap and cheerful, people talk to eachother on the bus unlike in London.
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WOW!!!! you went hand gliding! that's SO amazing! Make sure you only indulge in your extreme sports at places which look like they're well organised though! and not the cheaper places which are a bit dodge! I went para-gilding in Lima and it was amazing! woop! xxx
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