Rio de Janeiro may have the Christ statue looming over it but below his feet is the home of the devil. Trying to climb Sugar Loaf I injured my foot. Six hours in a free Brazilian Hospital was interesting. Waiting in line amongst people bleeding on the floor, women having babies, drug addicts, pregnant prostitutes and so much more was not the day on the beach I was looking forward to. I went out back into a small wood building out back to get an x-ray on an old school desk with no lead coat. They injected me with a shot of unknown painkiller, simply wrapped it up and sent me on my way with only 2 words spoken in English-`´Fracture there´´(While pointing to my foot.)
Getting robbed at the Lapa street party was also not something I had planned. Camera and money gone. Whe I returned to the hostel they threw me out. Thanks to some very nice people from England I survived 2 more days and made my way to Campo Grande over 1000km away from Rio! I got my money sorted out, a new camera and am going to hobble my broken self to Venezuela and finish this trip as planned! Next stop Paraguay!
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