Just like a lot of my blogs, before I start talking about destination, I will talk about my journey there. As per usual, it wasn't boring, but is it ever nowadays? After getting off my flight from Rio, my luggage was no where to be seen in Sao Paulo. 6 of us didn't have any luggage so I didn't panic. We went to Carousel 4 and the other 5 people collected their luggage from there. Mine was still no where to be seen, and I had that feeling that it was already on the connecting flight to Miami. Eventually it turned up happily going round on Carousel 2. Cheers Tam.

So what do you want to know about this city? It´s a city that has been formed with people from more than 70 countries. It is pretty huge, and I bet it makes New York city look fairly small. When you look at the map of the city centre, it is quite baffling, especially as I get lost in places like San pedro where there are only 4 main streets. People seem to be quite scare mongering when it comes to analysing this city, but I had no problems whatsoever, but that was maybe due to me staying in the Paulista, which is the business district. It certainly did not seem half as dirty as people made out either. It is now useless facts time. 60 per cent of all millionaires who live in Brazil live in Sao paulo. More Japanese live here than any other city outside of Japan, so it seemed fitting for me to try my first real Japanese food here. I had plenty of facts to roll off my tongue, but as predicted, by the time I got round to writing this, I have forgotten them all. I spent both days in Sao paulo walking to the national football museum. Well the first day was a failure as it was match day, so it was shut. The match taking place was Brazil versus Romania, and it was Ronaldos last ever professional game. He only had 15 minutes, and if you look at the size of him, no wonder he was panting after 2 minutes. One of the Irish lads I met in Buenos Aires was at the hostel, and although he only was meant to be staying for one night, he came in at 6am, and therefore slept in and missed the check out time, so he stayed for another day and both of us, along with a Brazilian girl, attempted to see the football museum. This time we were more successful, and we were in there for a good hour or two. It was obviously all about the Brazilian football teams over the years. You try tell those Brazilians that Pele is no longer classed as the greatest football player of all time. Oh, have I said something controversial there?

After the museum, we walked along Charles Miller way (the street was named after him as he was the man responsible for bringing football to Brazil). The American who was also with us threw a strop and was determined we were getting a taxi back. The taxi driver well and truly saw us coming, as he drove us into the biggest traffic jam in Brazil at that point. The American was one of those types of people that if you tried to take his I phone away from him, he would probably be crying in his room for a fortnight.

I did want to go to the Interlagos grand prix circuit during my time in the city, but I got told it was a fair way away. I had to contend with only sitting on pole position at Albert Park in Melbourne. I wouldn't of mind seeing the big grass corner I used to cut across on Formula1 1997 which used to leapfrog me into 1st position from 22nd.
After 2 days, it was time to leave. Due to the no bank card situation, a taxi or an airport bus was a no no. Clarissa, the Brazilian girl from Salvidor who studied in Sao Paulo kindly offered to go to the airport with me. After 4 subways and an half an hour bus, I eventually got there and she even translated me through check in until I had to say bye at customs.

Flight to Laz Paz next.