Bad rehearsal...

Finally, I'm here, but right now, I just want to go home. It started on our way to the airport, they called from Air France to tell us our flight was cancelled, not postponed or delayed, cancelled. Two of us got rescheduled at once, to Amsterdam instead of Paris, and then on to Paris from there. My best friend and I though, they booked us wrong, and for quite some time, we didn't know if we would even make it to Rio that night. I spent a few minutes outside the terminal crying, thinking that it was over before it even started.

But this time, we had some luck, at least. We got two last minute seats on the same flight as our friends, and after some serious running trough the corridors, and more tears, we we're finally on our first flight. Of course, our problems weren' solved that easily. Before departuring to Amsterdam we had been told that we would need to get new tickets for the flight to Paris at the transfer desk at Schipoll. When we arrived, three of us got our boarding pass from Paris to Rio, and the fourth didn't. she was told that after arriving in paris, we would have fifteen minutes before boarding to get her pass. And the flight was late. We ran off the plane, and straight into the arms of our guardian angel, one of the flight attendants at Charles de Gaulle. She had got a message form Amsterdam that we had one passenger that lacked a boarding pass, and that we were in a real hurry. But the guided os through two terminals, and got us a boarding pass almost on the run.

You could think that now it was the end of troubles, but no. The flight was almost 12 hours long, we had been going since five the same afternoon, and when we landed in Rio, I had had a total of one hour sleep since I woke up in Sweden. I was exhausted, and I still am. At the airport in Rio, one of our bags did not arrive, of course, one could imagine huh? One selfish part of me just felt relieved it wasn't mine, and the other half wanted to cry because we had had enough trouble now. Luckily, the bag has been found and will arrive to our hostel tomorrow. Fingers crossed now!

I still feel terrible though. I'm heavily jet-lagged, a great deal of nausea invovled, and my friends, who are tired but maybe not quite to the same extent as me, since they could sleep at least a little, wants to explore now. So we've been to Ipanema beach, which was beautiful, warm and nice, but very crowded, mainly by people with a lot of , ahem a*s, and veeeery teeny weeeny bikinis. Lots of flesh!

The water was cold as hell, but looked nice, at least. Since the sand almost could give you blisters, it was a nice relief to walk in the brim and feel the (huge) waves swirl around your toes.

I promise to come back with pics, we have some, but right now, I'm like the worst person ever to talk to, since I'm trying to stay awake until tonight, so I won't ruin the other three peoples rhythm...

Rio is pretty though, with lots of palmes and lush trees, and right now, perfect weather. I just want to feel rested and nice so that I can enjoy it properly.

Later then!