Sick of the Rain... Sick in the Rain.

The somewhat impenetrable party sprit that came over on the plane has taken a little bit of a knocking over the last few days. After the first mental night and a hazy hungover day in the hostel, I took it easy and only stayed in the bar drinking until 1.30 am, which is the equivalent to saying that you`re going home at 9pm in the UK.

the next day we went to see Flamengo vs Vasco play at this amazing stadium, which despite being a game where the two teams had nothing but rivalry to play for (due to their group status), was still loud, intense and volatile.

Upon returning to the hotel I discovered that I had an amazing new party trick - the ability to vomit profusely in the toilet and not hold anything down - sadly resulting in another early night and a rather poorly traveller this morning. Plus this cough I seem to have had FOREVER does not want to leave me to do my journey alone.

The weather is still terrible and I fear that I may not get to see Rio as it should be seen, bathed in glorious sunshine, but if worst comes to worst I will just have to take it on the chin and take my snaps of sugarloaf mountain, christ the redeemer and ipanema in the pissing rain. A few more days here to chance it, and then on to an island paradise.

But thus is life and as I have learnt before, and will surely learn many more times, rain, illness and the odd missed opportunity are all part of the travelling experience.