from Rio to rain in one heavily sedated piece

As the rain pours down outside here in The Hague, Rio seems like 10 000 miles away (oh wait, it is....) and I can't help but wish I was back on the beach with a coconut popsicle (not only am I back from Rio but I'm back to carrots and cup a soup...mmm lekker >P )

The trip back was fraught with angst at the Sau Paulo airport, personally considered to be the most REDICULOUSLY INEFFICIENT airport on the planet (even worse than Toronto, AKA the Black Hole). It was one customs and immigration and security line after another to reach someone who didn't even glance at my passport and told me to HURRY as the flight was boarding. I smoldered with irritation but held my tongue lest I be held in some Brazilian immigration detainment centre.

But once on the flight I settled in nicely (um, okay, after spilling red wine on myself, and my unimpressed row neighbour) and thanks to the wonders of modern pharmaceuticals woke up 10 hours later in time for breakfast and landing.

And then me and my 11 pairs of Havaianas (not ALL for me) finally made our way back home to tackle laundry and other assorted post-trip necessities.

The week is already filling up, should prove to be socially engaged more often than not. Although the raging thunderstorms will reek havoc on pointy hair...