We slept for 12 hours. After ingesting some ham and cheese, Laura and I explored Flamengo beach alone. We sunbathed, drank more coconut milk, and contemplated how lucky we were to be in such a beautiful country. We were content to sit and enjoy each other’s company in the pleasant heat; watching dozens of young, fit Brazilians jog around the beach, and some old fat Brazilians try to look cool as they exercised in spasms. After a while, though, the curse of the traveller started nibbling at our toes - the need to go and see thing whilst we still had time. Somehow it was possible to feel time slipping away with 70 days left. I suppose that was our fault for imagining we could see the whole continent in that time. Lesson learned: don’t be
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