I have decided to move on in a few days. I'm ready to move on, though I just need to do a few housekeeping things before doing so: back-up photos, send some mail, farewell gathering, etc etc. So at this stage, I plan to head to Ilha Grande - an island in the state of Rio de Janeiro - on Wednesday.
Tonight, Friday night, is a big night in Lapa. Hordes of people descend onto the streets as human traffic. Walking the street is an experience in itself, with music pumping out of every other doorway, guys walking through the crowd selling diluted alcohol, people selling barbecued meat on the side of the street, and prostitutes - which, in Lapa, are mostly transsexuals - offering themselves as a different assortment of meat.
I was supposed to call a friend tonight to meet up for drinks, but I accidentally dialled someone else by accident and consequently got invited to her house for pre-going-out drinks with her friends. William S. Burroughs said, "In the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. Nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen."
Let's see who this someone is.
