18. Rio. Hostel and drowsiness. Later, I strolled along the center of the city. Havaianas and not enough money for velcro (the addiction). Then I went to the Copacabana beach. Tranquil night.
19. With Piotr [de, pl], in a day without Christ, to Pão de Açúcar. We took a train to Santa Teresa, and then searched of the Christ through the fog. At night, we (and some gringos of the hostel) went to Lapa. The gringos fled absurdly to Ipanema, after an hour of bus and rain. The night turned out to be peculiar, although with a somewhat frustrating end. Without any sleep and after some time at the hostel, I went to the terminal.
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