Ever since I got here, I’ve been told not to walk around by myself after sunset. This has turned out to make the planning for my runs around Lagoa a bit tricky. This stay away from the dark kind of thing gives me a nice choice between health or safety, i.e. cooler temperatures or daylight. To be back home before the sunset, I’ll have to stick to temperatures around 30°C or so, unless it’s raining. My body still seems to need some time to adapt to this (if it ever will) and last week the temperature decided to stay closer to 40°C most of the days even. So instead I’ve decided to seek shade indoor and become this gym freak. Have soon been through most of the different classes to check what they’re all about. Some excellent and some just ok and for an outdoor-non-fancy-training-clothes person like me, this is a totally new world - and a story by itself, so more about that another time.
Of course, there’s always the option of getting up at 5 am as well, and it would all be sorted. But as we’ve already concluded, my self-discipline is a bit too far from that level still.
Got some good gossip from my driver the other day. Apparently, he’d been driving Prince around for a few days in the mid-nineties. Accompanied by his manager, (or possibly life guard…the language barrier was a bit tough there for a while and my driver described the ‘manager’ as a huge Eddie Murphy looking kick-boxer…) Prince had enjoyed himself in Rio with nightclubs and seafood restaurants as main destinations. After a couple of more stories, I asked my driver if his famous client was as little as everyone says and the reply was instant. Instead of pushing his English skills, my driver simply held up his pinkie and laughed. I really hope he was referring to Prince’s height and general size and nothing else in a more literal meaning.
Since we’ve already visited the darkness subject, I might as well mention that I miss the darkness and for example being able to walk on the beach in evenings. When you drive past the harbour with all the boats and the beaches at night, it looks so pristine - so calm, totally empty and just very tempting. It would be so nice to just sit down on the beach, watch the waves and enjoy the peacefulness. But in this case I think I’ll choose to listen to the people around me right away and not do another umbrella mistake – the darkness is probably not a good place for a blonde in Rio.
Of course, there’s always the option of getting up at 5 am as well, and it would all be sorted. But as we’ve already concluded, my self-discipline is a bit too far from that level still.
Got some good gossip from my driver the other day. Apparently, he’d been driving Prince around for a few days in the mid-nineties. Accompanied by his manager, (or possibly life guard…the language barrier was a bit tough there for a while and my driver described the ‘manager’ as a huge Eddie Murphy looking kick-boxer…) Prince had enjoyed himself in Rio with nightclubs and seafood restaurants as main destinations. After a couple of more stories, I asked my driver if his famous client was as little as everyone says and the reply was instant. Instead of pushing his English skills, my driver simply held up his pinkie and laughed. I really hope he was referring to Prince’s height and general size and nothing else in a more literal meaning.
Since we’ve already visited the darkness subject, I might as well mention that I miss the darkness and for example being able to walk on the beach in evenings. When you drive past the harbour with all the boats and the beaches at night, it looks so pristine - so calm, totally empty and just very tempting. It would be so nice to just sit down on the beach, watch the waves and enjoy the peacefulness. But in this case I think I’ll choose to listen to the people around me right away and not do another umbrella mistake – the darkness is probably not a good place for a blonde in Rio.
You could get a Wii and play Wii Fit - beats running in -5 for sure!
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