We awoke to a rainy last day in Rio, a refelction of our partied-out, overstimulated empty husks. Having had such amazing hot sunny days the whole week during Rio it was almost welcome relief to wander around in the cool drizzle. The only problem, was that we were heading up to Corcovado with Teresa to see the Christo Redentor or Christ the Redeemer statue, an icon synonymous with Rio and the photos you see from there. Somehow we had put one of the hostel staff offside during the week and he exacted his revenge by trying to send us on the wrong bus which went to the middle of nowhere. Luckily Teresa was along as our translator and managed to get us on the right bus for the journey. As we boarded the train, all we could see was cloud up top and we were prepared for a white out at the top. By the time we got up there however, the cloud had dispersed a little and we still got great views out over Rio and of the statue, regardless of the drizzling rain. 
Unfortunately, after the perfect conditions and marvels of Sugar Loaf, this trip became more of a ‘been there, take the picture, lets go’ type deal. It was still a worthwhile trip and we were happy to cross it off the list of Rio must-do’s.
Spending the afternoon packing and getting things organised, our French dorm-mate Fred saw all my stuff (I thought I’d packed relatively light), pulls out a small little backpack and tells me he’s travelling for 6 months or so! We caught up with Teresa again for a few beers, another exception food binge at Frontera, and some last nightcaps at Rex’s with Mick.