Rio de Janiero PART ONE We left Iracambi in the back of Robins (our Boss) Landrover, Will, Jess, Nicola, Vee and I. The day trip on three busses became an enjoyable trip through some amazing scenery. Then suddenly the drive headed down the hills from the plato of Minas Gerais to the beautiful Rio de Janerio. We hit the beach, resturants and bars eating a cow and washed down with as much Cervaja as possible. For a couple of days we just chilled, sunbathed, ate and drank - it was fantastic. Unfortunatly, but still unsurprisingly, i burnt myself to a crisp. My nipples looked more like a deep fried snack than a body part - luckerly i managed to spray two full bottles of beer over them in a failed attempt to open them on a bucket in a Irish bar (Quite apt) Friday came and we were planning to meet Paul, Ruth and Becky. Three more Voulteers from Iracambi. 8 am and they came running into our room, followed by Peter and Conor two more Rainforest escapee`s. Five had become ten, and it was really cool hanging out away from the Rainforest suroundings. Paul was first to leave.. how long does it take an American, a Canadian and 4 Brits to figure out how to get to an airport? Answer... 4 hours, 3 busses and over twenty conversations in pigeon portugeese. It was the amazing race meets the chuckle brothers. (Next day) Vic. `Can i just have a monent to think about it` and then with a hop skip and a jump, she was gone. not before bashing her head on a metal bar. Saturday brought a real achivement, especially for Vic. Will, Peter, Vic and I threw ourselves off the side of a mountain and landed on a beach of Rio. Between was a 30 minute amazing hang glide over the views of Copacobana, Ipanemia and the favellas! IT WAS AMAZING! and huge respect to Vic who i`m sure she wont mind me saying has a (or should i say HAD a) HUGE fear of hights! Well done! Vics flight and landing was text book unfortunatly we can`t all say the same. Will `is that Sig bear hugging that man in the air?` ...Yes you could say my landing was less than perfect as my nose wedged in pilots butt cheek! and Peter looked more like road runner when landing, his legs a blur! Sunday was Market and more beach. Peter, always a story, was sunbathing when he realised that his trousers had been stolen, leaving him in his Speedos. Quite funny until he realised that they had his wallet in there too with his cards and all his money! He was quite understandably Fumming! and set off in search of the police. For around 7 hours we had no idea where he was, he wasn`t on the streets, or the hostel, or the beach? and worst he didn`t have any trousers on!! at 7pm he turned up. He`d sorted a lone to pay his hostel, found one credit card and even had a souce in the favellas that would try and get his wallet back... fantastic ... all he was missing was his trousers as he told us the story still only wearing his speedos! Sunday evening the remaining volunteers stood on their last night on Ipenima beach, with a beer in hand laughing at the days, weeks, months events before cheering the sunset. Rio`s great!