Last few days in Rio. I've been taking this last week off to let my body recover since I'll be jumping right back into it when I get home and haven't had an extended break in 3 months.
Doesn't mean I haven't been keeping myself entertained though. The last week means it's time to everything I was hoping to on this trip. Foremost was hanggliding.
The feeling you get before you jump off the mountainside is akin to right before a fight. Pure nervous excitement. I wasn't sure how these take offs work. Turns out its just a downward ramp pointing straight off the mountainside. The guy flying me told me to never stop running, if you try to stop or jump off you'll probably crash. The words "never stop running" repeated over and over in my head until my turn finally came.
Hanggliding is really only an adrenaline sport in the buildup beforehand. Once we were off the feeling changed to a peaceful wonderous awe as I took in some of the best scenery you could glide over.
Moving along to today. At my going away party a couple of my friends decided to buy me a speedo in spirit of Brazilian tradition. What they didn't know, or decided to promptly ignore, was that this speedo was ultra tacky, too small for me, and more revealing than typical Brazilian standards. I had tried this atrocity on beforehand, felt embarrassed just standing alone in my room in it, and chucked it deep into my backpack to be forgotten. Until today.
I wore it under my bathing suit to keep it covered for as long as I could. As soon as I found some friends on the beach I told them what I was doing so that I wouldn't back out, then proceeded to order some beers for liquid courage. We went around harassing girls to take pictures with us, which went over pretty well. I kept the speedo hidden away until they had already agreed to the picture, then during the unveiling they would lose it with laughter and shock. One group even invited me to their church service tonight. Not sure where they were going with that one.
They refused to turn around with me. For such an ass proud country they sure are shy in front of a camera. Maybe it's too cliche.