The next stop on The Wirld tour was to Brazil, a country that needs little introduction. We could attempt to list all the amazing things the country possesses, but severe writer’s cramp may set in. Check out how we got on below.
Foz do Iguacu
After our short but enjoyable time in Paraguay, the time had finally arrived to head to the land of football, samba and pretty ladies. We made the plan to arise early in Ciudad del Este (Paraguay) and then walk across the border to visit Iguacu Falls and in the evening get a bus to Rio. One thing we didn’t account for was the lashing rain, which has done an excellent job following us to hard to reach places. So mid-afternoon once it had died down we walked across the Friendship bridge and straight to Brazilian immigration to test out our Portuguese which consisted of Spanish with a husky accent. At immigration we got the passports stamped by two Brazilian lads who seemed a little too interested in us. A quick wink later and we were fast tracked through customs and finally on Brazilian soil. We went directly to the bus station to buy our onward journey to Rio for that night, but being unprepared tourists we forgot that there was a one hour time difference between Brazil and Paraguay. So we had zero time to visit the waterfalls. After a quick debate that even Prime Time would be proud of, we elected to stay the night in Foz do Iguacu, get up super early the next morning to see the Falls and then get the 12pm bus to Rio. So that evening we visited the famous 3 borders, where you can see Argentina, Brazil and Paraguay from the one spot, which was quite impressive.
Foz do Iguacu
After our short but enjoyable time in Paraguay, the time had finally arrived to head to the land of football, samba and pretty ladies. We made the plan to arise early in Ciudad del Este (Paraguay) and then walk across the border to visit Iguacu Falls and in the evening get a bus to Rio. One thing we didn’t account for was the lashing rain, which has done an excellent job following us to hard to reach places. So mid-afternoon once it had died down we walked across the Friendship bridge and straight to Brazilian immigration to test out our Portuguese which consisted of Spanish with a husky accent. At immigration we got the passports stamped by two Brazilian lads who seemed a little too interested in us. A quick wink later and we were fast tracked through customs and finally on Brazilian soil. We went directly to the bus station to buy our onward journey to Rio for that night, but being unprepared tourists we forgot that there was a one hour time difference between Brazil and Paraguay. So we had zero time to visit the waterfalls. After a quick debate that even Prime Time would be proud of, we elected to stay the night in Foz do Iguacu, get up super early the next morning to see the Falls and then get the 12pm bus to Rio. So that evening we visited the famous 3 borders, where you can see Argentina, Brazil and Paraguay from the one spot, which was quite impressive.
Happy campers
We arose early the next day and headed straight for Iguazu. What we hadn’t accounted on was the one hour bus there and back. Queue the creation of Power Tourism. We literally had 45 minutes to see the whole area of Iguazu so proceeded to sprint around the whole park, overtaking grannies in Zimmer frames along the way and taking group shots in 3 seconds, before sprinting to the next lookout point. After sprinting out, we grabbed the local bus and made the bus to Rio by 2 minutes. I could see this Power Tourism catching on!
"Bad weather we've been having lately"
Rio de Janeiro
We arrived in Rio 25 hours (yes 25) later broken men. For the most expensive journey of our trip so far there were no movies, nor even some food. We were lucky to get our hands on some word searches and Chris finished in a record time of 2 hours and 13 minutes. We soon realised that we had arrived in Rio the same week as the famous music festival Rock in Rio and accommodation was quite pricey for the weekend. Luckily we found a nice hostel in Lapa, a cool neighbourhood near downtown Rio. That night was another birthday at The Wirld HQ, so we headed out to the nearest bar, which was all samba music. As you can imagine we looked pretty clueless the whole time but gave it shot. Once we could tell the chicken dance was not catching on we legged it down to the local Irish bar for a few before calling it a night.
We arrived in Rio 25 hours (yes 25) later broken men. For the most expensive journey of our trip so far there were no movies, nor even some food. We were lucky to get our hands on some word searches and Chris finished in a record time of 2 hours and 13 minutes. We soon realised that we had arrived in Rio the same week as the famous music festival Rock in Rio and accommodation was quite pricey for the weekend. Luckily we found a nice hostel in Lapa, a cool neighbourhood near downtown Rio. That night was another birthday at The Wirld HQ, so we headed out to the nearest bar, which was all samba music. As you can imagine we looked pretty clueless the whole time but gave it shot. Once we could tell the chicken dance was not catching on we legged it down to the local Irish bar for a few before calling it a night.
So chocolatey The following day we visited some of the city such as the famous Lapa steps and other monuments located downtown. To keep the birthday celebrations rolling we headed out again to a bit more of a pop venue, which played a few One Direction songs much to our delight!
We decided to go Couchsurfing for a few days as accommodation was hard to come by due to the festival and were lucky to be offered accommodation with a lovely Brazilian girl called Maria who let us stay at her place just 2 blocks from Copacabana…talk about landing on your feet! What was also cool was that Maria had lived in Ireland for almost a year so it was cool to chat about the various places she liked in Dublin. We were straight down the beach to top up our already fading tans and in the evening headed to Lapa again for the infamous Friday night street party which consists of 1000’s of people drinking in the street listening to a variety of different music until 7am. Quite unreal! Bit of bad news for the Boys in Green though as Kevin’s phone was snatched on the beach as we were negotiating with a guy over the price of a can. That will teach us to get our priorities right!
We decided to go Couchsurfing for a few days as accommodation was hard to come by due to the festival and were lucky to be offered accommodation with a lovely Brazilian girl called Maria who let us stay at her place just 2 blocks from Copacabana…talk about landing on your feet! What was also cool was that Maria had lived in Ireland for almost a year so it was cool to chat about the various places she liked in Dublin. We were straight down the beach to top up our already fading tans and in the evening headed to Lapa again for the infamous Friday night street party which consists of 1000’s of people drinking in the street listening to a variety of different music until 7am. Quite unreal! Bit of bad news for the Boys in Green though as Kevin’s phone was snatched on the beach as we were negotiating with a guy over the price of a can. That will teach us to get our priorities right!
On Saturday Maria recommended we all go Ipanema beach which is equally as famous as Copacabana. Well I have never seen anything like it in my life! The beach was packed with thousands upon thousands of beautiful people! As evening set they all began playing keepie upies by the shore which was quite an unbelievable sight. There were literally hundreds of balls in the air at one time and some of the girls’ skills would put the starting Irish XI to shame!
Walking back to the house we stopped by the famous bar where the two Brazilian lads wrote the song The Girl from Ipanema and were greeted by loads of locals who just wanted to see what the craic was. Super friendly! After a quiet night, we woke up early to watch the Dubs kick the bajesus out of Mayo in the All Ireland Final and after went to the Maracana stadium to catch a game were the World Cup final will be held in under a year’s time. The fans were absolutely mad and the atmosphere was really unique. Unfortunately the home team Botafogo lost so many fans left in tears and in severe depression.
Jam packed
Jesus Christ was next on the list, so early the next day we made our way up to the Big Man himself…ah he was great! We actually got quite lucky as the day was extremely clear and we could see the whole city from atop of big JC. After about 3 hours of Father Ted quotes in front of bemused Brazilians we felt it was time to head back down and leave Jesus to his thing. We booked the bus for the following day to Ihla Grande, about 3 hours away from Rio, and the Boys in Green had a quiet night in as the budget had taking an almighty hit over the previous week. Maria was an amazing host over the weekend, so we owe the favour back in Dublin!
Ah he was brilliant! Ihla Grande
The bus journey to the port lasted about 3 hours with some sneaky Twix stops en route. Twix have become the nearest chocolate we can find to home, so don’t be surprised to see us in Weight Watchers come next May. We then grabbed a boat in the lashing rain across to the island which had some amazing views en route.
We booked a hostel right on the beach front but the first day was bit of a write off due to the rain so we just relaxed and dominated some frango (chicken) in the local restaurant. The next morning after some epic breakfast (Brazilian hostels are kings of free breakfasts) we got a small boat to the most famous beach on the island. Unfortunately, the wind was so strong that our ham sambos were destroyed and we had to retreat to a smaller beach. Our Irish contingent also significantly expanded with the addition of three Irish girls from Cork. When you are travelling whenever you meet any Irish person abroad there is an instant bond and assumption that you are all going to like each other…If only Coppers was the same!
The bus journey to the port lasted about 3 hours with some sneaky Twix stops en route. Twix have become the nearest chocolate we can find to home, so don’t be surprised to see us in Weight Watchers come next May. We then grabbed a boat in the lashing rain across to the island which had some amazing views en route.
We booked a hostel right on the beach front but the first day was bit of a write off due to the rain so we just relaxed and dominated some frango (chicken) in the local restaurant. The next morning after some epic breakfast (Brazilian hostels are kings of free breakfasts) we got a small boat to the most famous beach on the island. Unfortunately, the wind was so strong that our ham sambos were destroyed and we had to retreat to a smaller beach. Our Irish contingent also significantly expanded with the addition of three Irish girls from Cork. When you are travelling whenever you meet any Irish person abroad there is an instant bond and assumption that you are all going to like each other…If only Coppers was the same!
Serious tans!
The next couple of days were spent relaxing on the beach with a few beers and giving Dave the trusted guitar some airtime. We also had the luck of meeting Marvin from JLS, who was very impressed with our acapela version of Little Things…We can only dream!
Everybody in Love On our last day in Ihla Grande we climbed a small mountain (no biggie) with some amazing views of the island and then squeezed in some last minute frango which required a sprint back to the boat to make it in time. The stich burned so deep! As the weekend was closing in we felt there was only one place we could go to and that was back to Rio!
Rio de Janeiro (again)
We arrived in Rio mid afternoon and after much deliberation I felt it was time to sweat some of the badness out and headed for a run along Copacabana which was without doubt one of the most enjoyable jogs of my life. Mainly for the view…of the beach and stuff. That evening we discovered something game changing which has only taken us 4 months to notice…the amount of money that can be saved when you cook all your meals. We went from eating average meals for €6 to eating lovely plates which would feed a small family in Africa for €2. Our eyes are definitely bigger than our bellies however. The Wirld’s favourite plate for the month by a country mile is Spaghetti Bolognese…a tried and trusted classic Irish dish.
The next day we partook in our traditional Irish dancing on Ipanema beach and then got a cable car up the famous Sugar Loaf mountain just off Copacabana. The weather may not have been the best but the views were pretty incredible. That evening, with a heavy heart we hopped on the night bus to Sao Paulo, the largest city in South America.
Rio de Janeiro (again)
We arrived in Rio mid afternoon and after much deliberation I felt it was time to sweat some of the badness out and headed for a run along Copacabana which was without doubt one of the most enjoyable jogs of my life. Mainly for the view…of the beach and stuff. That evening we discovered something game changing which has only taken us 4 months to notice…the amount of money that can be saved when you cook all your meals. We went from eating average meals for €6 to eating lovely plates which would feed a small family in Africa for €2. Our eyes are definitely bigger than our bellies however. The Wirld’s favourite plate for the month by a country mile is Spaghetti Bolognese…a tried and trusted classic Irish dish.
The next day we partook in our traditional Irish dancing on Ipanema beach and then got a cable car up the famous Sugar Loaf mountain just off Copacabana. The weather may not have been the best but the views were pretty incredible. That evening, with a heavy heart we hopped on the night bus to Sao Paulo, the largest city in South America.
Sao Paulo
We arrived in Sao Paulo around 7am and headed straight to the Green Grass Hostel which was a 30 minute metro ride away. Not our greatest of ideas, but getting the metro at rush hour in the most populated city in South America when you have 3 bags each was tough! But eventually the 3 Paddies and Dave made it. Upon arriving we met the hostel owner Gabriel who has recently returned home 3 years living in Ireland and opened the hostel with his savings. Don’t thank us…thank Angela Merkel! You can check out our interview with Gabriel here.
Rather than wasting time we got our tourist caps on and went straight downtown to see the historic centre of the city and then in the afternoon headed up the top of the largest building in Sao Paulo for some amazing views of the city. There were literally buildings as far buildings as far as the eyes could see.
At the hostel we met some really cool people from the local area who were more than helpful in recommending us the best places in the city to visit. As we were in a 3 day period of self-inflicted rehab, that list was shortened somewhat but we still managed to visit some cool places such as the football museum and a trendy area called Avenida Paulista. We also had the chance to fill them in on the Brazilian population of Gort and just how lucky the Irishmen have it down there. Some of the Brazilian girls from Sao Paulo who will be visiting Ireland next Christmas made a note of it and said they would visit. You’re welcome lads.
We arrived in Sao Paulo around 7am and headed straight to the Green Grass Hostel which was a 30 minute metro ride away. Not our greatest of ideas, but getting the metro at rush hour in the most populated city in South America when you have 3 bags each was tough! But eventually the 3 Paddies and Dave made it. Upon arriving we met the hostel owner Gabriel who has recently returned home 3 years living in Ireland and opened the hostel with his savings. Don’t thank us…thank Angela Merkel! You can check out our interview with Gabriel here.
Rather than wasting time we got our tourist caps on and went straight downtown to see the historic centre of the city and then in the afternoon headed up the top of the largest building in Sao Paulo for some amazing views of the city. There were literally buildings as far buildings as far as the eyes could see.
At the hostel we met some really cool people from the local area who were more than helpful in recommending us the best places in the city to visit. As we were in a 3 day period of self-inflicted rehab, that list was shortened somewhat but we still managed to visit some cool places such as the football museum and a trendy area called Avenida Paulista. We also had the chance to fill them in on the Brazilian population of Gort and just how lucky the Irishmen have it down there. Some of the Brazilian girls from Sao Paulo who will be visiting Ireland next Christmas made a note of it and said they would visit. You’re welcome lads.
While in Sao Paulo, I also came across a Celtic festival which is run every year in the city, but one that we had unfortunately missed by a few weeks, which showcases Irish dancing across Brazil. However I had the chance to meet with one of the participants and it was fascinating to hear how many people are interested in Irish culture and traditions. It was also really cool to know that some people who have little or no affiliation to Ireland take activities such as Irish dancing to their hearts. Our interview with the organising committee will be up soon.
In Sao Paulo noticed some bizarre signs on both the local buses and metro which stipulated that your seat should be given up for obese people should they need it. But that brought up the difficult question of just who fell into the category of fat. So 5 minutes later when a slightly tubby man waddled onto the bus, we all just looked at each other but decided it might be best to ignore the sign as he had some pretty big guns.
After three excellent days in Sao Paulo, we decided we missed the beach too much so grabbed a night bus to Florianapolis, a famous island in the state of Santa Catarina in the South of Brazil.
After three excellent days in Sao Paulo, we decided we missed the beach too much so grabbed a night bus to Florianapolis, a famous island in the state of Santa Catarina in the South of Brazil.
Florianapolis
We touched down in Florianapolis around 9am the following day, but unfortunately the hostel was a trek and a half from the bus station. So after 2 buses, we made it to the Barra Beach Club just before noon. The hostel is definitely one of the best hostels we have stayed in so far. Located right on the beach, with huge breakfasts and free surfboards for usage, it has it all. Just not a whole lot of people during off season however!
Once we arrived we bumped into some Irish friends we had made early on our journey so the Irish pod expanded once more. We also went through all the amount of random friends in common we all had. Sometimes we like to think Ireland is a huge country but it really isn’t! After some surfing on the beach, we headed to the local samba club that evening with was quite disastrous but quite fun to watch people who knew what they were doing. Some Dutch courage helped the situation and we were soon popping moves.
We touched down in Florianapolis around 9am the following day, but unfortunately the hostel was a trek and a half from the bus station. So after 2 buses, we made it to the Barra Beach Club just before noon. The hostel is definitely one of the best hostels we have stayed in so far. Located right on the beach, with huge breakfasts and free surfboards for usage, it has it all. Just not a whole lot of people during off season however!
Once we arrived we bumped into some Irish friends we had made early on our journey so the Irish pod expanded once more. We also went through all the amount of random friends in common we all had. Sometimes we like to think Ireland is a huge country but it really isn’t! After some surfing on the beach, we headed to the local samba club that evening with was quite disastrous but quite fun to watch people who knew what they were doing. Some Dutch courage helped the situation and we were soon popping moves.
The next couple of days were quite similar, with us arising early, getting stuffed with breakfast and then meandering down to the beach for some afternoon surfing followed by some evening beers and a little boogie. Oh and lest we forget the home cooked meals. Spag bol had a night off with the introduction of mashed potatoes much to the amusement of every guest who was not Irish.
After 4 days in Florianapolis and over 3 weeks in Brazil, our bank balances told us it was time to pack up shop and leave town. So we grabbed an early bus to Porto Alegre, even further in the South, and then booked a night bus from there to Montevideo, the capital of Uruguay, thus bringing to an end the Brazilian adventure.
Without doubt Brazil has been one of the most fun, diverse and crazy places we have visited so far. As we have said with many countries in Latin America, we were struck by the friendliness of the locals. But here it was especially true. People went out of their way to make sure we had a good time…well apart from the guy on the beach! It’s a country that has everything and is going to be an excellent host for next year’s World Cup. Only question is: does anyone have a loan so we can come back?
The Lads
After 4 days in Florianapolis and over 3 weeks in Brazil, our bank balances told us it was time to pack up shop and leave town. So we grabbed an early bus to Porto Alegre, even further in the South, and then booked a night bus from there to Montevideo, the capital of Uruguay, thus bringing to an end the Brazilian adventure.
Without doubt Brazil has been one of the most fun, diverse and crazy places we have visited so far. As we have said with many countries in Latin America, we were struck by the friendliness of the locals. But here it was especially true. People went out of their way to make sure we had a good time…well apart from the guy on the beach! It’s a country that has everything and is going to be an excellent host for next year’s World Cup. Only question is: does anyone have a loan so we can come back?
The Lads
