Where are we again?

After a nice lie-in we get picked up by Max drop our gear off at his friend Fabio’s and cross part of the residencial area of Sao Paulo on foot to grab a massage in a Japanese oasis of calm not obvious from out on the street. More relaxed than I could have imagined by now we’re happy to while away some time meeting up with Fabio’s dad in the business district and walking round the designer shopping area before heading back to Fabio’s pad. Fabio has made arrangements for us all to get a lift down to the local DZ in Boituva but says as there is currently a 100km traffic jam leaving Sao Paulo we’re probably best leaving for Boituva after 10pm.

Its probably a good time for me to mention that just a few days ago, Monday in fact, we’d heard an ugly rumour that the World Parachuting Championships in Brasilia, our main reason for visiting Brazil, had been cancelled. After several frantic phonecalls we couldn’t confirm anything but a further 24hrs later, just the day before we were due to fly, it was confirmed, the competition in Brasilia had been cancelled but they were trying to find an alternative venue. So here it was, that three days later, the day we were due to head to Boituva for a boogie anyway, that we found out the competition had moved to Boituva itself. Great news, not only was the comp still on but we were also already headed right there, so no extra hassle or travel arrangements to make. The bad news at this moment was that Boituva had a rodeo in town for the weekend so there wasn’t a room available at any of the hotels in the town. Several calls later and Carlotta, a friend of Fabio’s, had “arranged” some accommodation for us (leaving us happy and a few rodeo goers a bit annoyed no doubt).