Hi everyone – nice weekend? I made a couple of rather delicious discoveries that will need to be written up when I can find a moment. In the meantime, take a look at this cool jumping spider that I spotted hopping about on the roof yesterday.
I don’t care how long you’ve lived in Rio, I can’t believe you ever get used to the spectacular views. You can forget about them for a while, I’m sure, but when you turn a corner and see something like this, how can you fail to be impressed?
[I put this image in a lightbox, so if you click it you can see it nice and big – check it out!]
Someone told me today that Brazil is hit by more lightning than any other country on earth. A little sceptical Googling suggests that Central Africa has more electrical storm activity, but let’s put weather fact pedantry to one side and agree that Rio has its fair share of spectacular lightning storms.
My offering from Saturday night isn’t quite so dramatic, but notice that I’ve got two lightning bolts in my shot, so you know… in a way my photo is twice as good! rs
A few days ago I was about to lay the table for breakfast (it was a weekend – I’m never that organised on a weekday). I gazed past the table and out of the window and was struck by how beautiful the view was. As Mrs Eat Rio can testify, at times like this I forget about whatever it is that I’m supposed to be doing and go grab my camera (very annoying if you’re waiting hungrily for breakfast!).
Although the end result was that we had to wait a couple of extra minutes before eating our fried eggs on toast, I think it was worth it.
At the time I took the photo I wasn’t trying to be clever – I just wanted to get a shot that would show what it was like to look out of the window from inside. Afterwards I looked at the shot again and thought it looked rather nice, framed by the open windows on either side (please feel free to notice and admire the roses that are growing in the window box too!).
Last night I was looking through the photos I’d taken recently and realised there was another one that I had taken that was inadvertently framed.
Today I thought I’d try a new format which I’m calling Photo Post – not an original title, but as we say in Britain, it does exactly what it says on the tin. More photo, less text.
I woke up this morning at 6am, fully clothed on the sofa. Urgh. I was about to drag myself to the bedroom and grab another few hours sleep when I looked out the window. Wow! Sunrise was in full effect so I grabbed my camera.
As I looked out over Guanabara Bay, I saw a huge cruise ship coming into port. I’m not a huge fan of cruises (I’ve never been on one and don’t have any desire to go), but I thought that it must have been an incredible way to see Rio for the first time. The captain honked the ship’s fog horn for a good 15 seconds, probably trying to make sure that all his passengers woke up and looked out of their windows.
I continued snapping and caught this plane taking off. I can’t imagine what it would be like to leave Rio for good, but I pictured everyone on this plane telling themselves “I’m definitely coming back here!”:
A friend just sent me this link and I thought today (Christmas!) would be a great time to share it with the rest of you. Some amazing images from around this beautiful city. My favourite part is the bit with the planes taking off!
Life isn’t all fun and games when you live in Rio you know? Some of us have to work for a living! I mentioned recently that we are planning to move because my new job in Barra means that it can take 2 hours to get to/from work. Without wanting to moan about it too much (because in reality I’m very grateful to have a decent job that pays the bills) I will say that the long journey can be pretty exhausting. If we take the example of my journey home after a long day in the office, it goes something like this:
Leave the office around 7.30pm and walk 10 minutes to the bus stop. Wait up to 30 minutes for the bus to arrive. Depending on traffic, the bus to Ipanema will take 45-60 minutes. Arrive in Ipanema, walk down to the Metro and take the train for 8 stops. Come up from the Metro and walk up a very steep hill. Total journey time: 1.5-2 hours. And that’s why we’re moving!
The journey home in the evening can be especially boring as (at this time of year at least) it is totally dark, so I can’t even see the scenery. But then on days like today, being able to see the scenery isn’t always 100% positive:
I’m feeling a bit wistful at the moment – perhaps some saudade even. It’s because we have reluctantly made the decision to leave our lovely big apartment in Santa Teresa and move a bit closer to my work. A young couple came to look round this morning and they loved it – the looks on their faces said it all: “You guys are mad to be leaving this place”. Maybe they’re right. It’s just that it takes between 1.5 and 2 hours to get to my place of work. And when you spend 4 hours sitting on a bus each day, you don’t have much time left for anything else.
We will probably end up in a much smaller apartment and it almost certainly won’t have the roof terrace and amazing views we currently enjoy. This morning I woke up with a bit of a heavy head , wandered outside and looked up: