brazil: epilogue
no sao paolo, no salvador, no amazon; calling this a brazil epilogue seems wildly overarching when the country is so vast and we have sampled so little of it. it is, if anything, more a reaction to ten or so days in rio, with a nod to the picture perfect beaches and brooding mountains of ilha grande and, as such, can only be tinged with satisfaction and happiness. there is nothing lacking in topographical splendor whilst the joys of watching a cavalcade of people pad and stomp across copcabana, flesh spilling out of virtually imaginary beach wear, is as endearing a human drama as can gently occupy the mind for many a blisteringly sunny afternoon. it is expensive, easily as much as western europe, and despite the backdrop of creaking favelas its rightful presence in the BRIC group of new powerhouses is as evident from the people and prices as much as it would be from any bird´s nest stadium, but some things are worth paying for. mountains and beaches, first world and third world, black to white, in the heartbeat of one of the biggest countries in the world it is only right that you can find and revel in everything imaginable. a brilliant place, and one so embued with joy as to ward off the glumness of the approaching end.
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