Rio Day 2: Good Behaviour
Rio Day 2: Good Behaviour
It’s hot. Too hot to sleep, The air was thick and hot. I tried sleeping with the air condition on but it was so loud as if I were adjacent to a jet engine. I turned off the A/C but then ended up sweating and feeling congested. I woke up at 5AM local time. It was 9 AM in London.
I got a couple phone calls about potential jobs. It was nothing was overly enthusiastic about but a job is a job. I somehow spent four hours on the internet.
I pulled myself off the internet at 9:30 realizing that I had an appointment to be waxed at 10.
I put on some stylish yet semi-uncomfortable pair of shoes and walked down to the salon where I booked my waxing session.
Although I don’t speak the language, I was able to convey that I wanted my legs, armpits, eyebrows and bikini area waxed. The salon was plain no-frills salon off the main drag in Ipenema. I was led to a tiny backroom. I think I was instructed to take off my clothes except my bra, but I can’t be too sure. I was hoping that the woman servicing me would start with the Brazilian bikini wax. Instead she saved it for last. She waxed my eyebrows, face, underarms, legs and bikini area. It hurt like a mother, but I was left as smooth as a baby’s bottom. After the wax I got manicure and pedicure. In total it cost me £33. That’s a bargain, right?
After the salon I had a small lunch at a quaint Brazilian brasserie. This was followed by a 2-hour tanning session on the beach, then a disco nap at the hotel.
I met up with some British friends for drinks. During the drinks I slipped to the loo and applied some fanny butter.
All I can say is that I'm VERY pleased with the results.
It’s hot. Too hot to sleep, The air was thick and hot. I tried sleeping with the air condition on but it was so loud as if I were adjacent to a jet engine. I turned off the A/C but then ended up sweating and feeling congested. I woke up at 5AM local time. It was 9 AM in London.
I got a couple phone calls about potential jobs. It was nothing was overly enthusiastic about but a job is a job. I somehow spent four hours on the internet.
I pulled myself off the internet at 9:30 realizing that I had an appointment to be waxed at 10.
I put on some stylish yet semi-uncomfortable pair of shoes and walked down to the salon where I booked my waxing session.
Although I don’t speak the language, I was able to convey that I wanted my legs, armpits, eyebrows and bikini area waxed. The salon was plain no-frills salon off the main drag in Ipenema. I was led to a tiny backroom. I think I was instructed to take off my clothes except my bra, but I can’t be too sure. I was hoping that the woman servicing me would start with the Brazilian bikini wax. Instead she saved it for last. She waxed my eyebrows, face, underarms, legs and bikini area. It hurt like a mother, but I was left as smooth as a baby’s bottom. After the wax I got manicure and pedicure. In total it cost me £33. That’s a bargain, right?
After the salon I had a small lunch at a quaint Brazilian brasserie. This was followed by a 2-hour tanning session on the beach, then a disco nap at the hotel.
I met up with some British friends for drinks. During the drinks I slipped to the loo and applied some fanny butter.
All I can say is that I'm VERY pleased with the results.



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