Santa Teresa is a lovely little neighbourhood perched on the top of a hill smack bang in the middle of Rio de Janeiro. Santa Teresa attracts artisans, intellects and eccentric sorts due to its cultural and perfectly central location.
As you work your way up the winding hill you get sneak peaks of the view you will encounter once you reach the top.
Beetles line the streets here, much like everywhere in Rio.
Some are more pimped than others.
Once you reach the top, you get a pretty amazing panorama of the city, from the airport to Christ the Redeemer.
In the 1980’s a man called Jorge Selaron began to decorate the steps outside his house in Santa Teresa with fragments of green, yellow and blue tiles to represent the Brazilian flag. He was mocked by his neighbours but continued regardless. His work has now become one of the most loved tourist attractions in Rio.
After our day wondering around the lovely Santa Teresa it began to sink in that we had one day left. And there was only one place we wanted to spend our last day … Copacabana beach.
Although I think everybody had the same idea as us.
It might not be the quietest or most tranquil beach in the world but it may well be the best for people watching. There is a continuous conveyer belt of people selling bikinis, sarongs, umbrellas and sunglasses but most importantly … Caipirinhas.
The caipirinhas in Brazil are deadly and as I’m half writing this and half packing my case for the last time the room is spinning ever so slightly.
Also, I think we may have gone slightly over board on Havianas?
Right, that’s us, packed and ready to go. The last twelve months have been such an epic adventure and I feel very lucky to have spent it with this one. Until next time Rio. See you soon London.