Tagged: Rio de Janeiro Subway
Rio de Janeiro Forest: After Ayahuasca. March 16. I woke up in my tent at noon. It was hot. Sweaty hot. I packed up my tent and went to find the others. It was the next day after ayahuasca and everyone was hanging out on the rock. I felt like an outsider because all I wanted to do was go home. So, I went to the church where the guitar remained from last night and I played it for a bit...
We were up early to meet a group of three other gringos at Central station at 10am. We were early. We were tired. We caught an air conditioned seat reclining nearly empty bus to somewhere outside of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. I was not in charge so I had no idea where we were going and I did not really care. I just knew that the road was taking me to a place I have never been to in my consciousness.
Rio de Janeiro – Cristo Redentor, March 13 Up at the crack of 10am, Irmante and I made it to the newly located Paraguayan consulate. The Paraguayans have not all gone home after all! We made friends with Emilio, who issues visas there and speaks excellent English. I had to fill out two pages of information for my Canadian nee-Russian passport to be issued a visa. The paper asked me ‘hair color,’ ‘eye color’ and a ton of other questions....