Across the Atlantic

I wake up at 2 am thinking that I better call the cab and make sure they bring a car big enough for my bike. Landing in Sao Paulo hours later I get picked up by Cinitia who brought a very small car... no problem ;)

Later on we at a small Samba club with live music. Here I learn that almost getting Oli and Susi thrown out of their flat by making a lot of noise trying to crush ice would maybe not have been needed. In the homeland of caipirinia you just need cachaca, white sugar, fruit and some ice cubes to keep it cold. The singer welcomes me and says that Brazil is now my home.