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My plane has just landed in Brazil in the famous city of Rio de Janeiro. As I flew in I got to view the beauty landscape of the Brazilian coast with its long crystal clear beaches and rolling mountains behind. I can see why it is quoted as the place for the rich to play. I have landed in time for the beginning of carnival the 40 day of lent. The airport is very busy and I must find my driver to take me to the airport. I see a little kiosk ahead so I stop to ask for directions. This could be tricky as I don’t know either Spanish or French. He looked across at me and smiled “Bom dia”, which I later learnt was Good day. So I pointed to what I wanted the bottle of water and he spoke some Spanish to me that I really didn’t under. I grabbed a piece of paper and pen out of my bag and started to draw a map, a hostel and driver. It was a bit like a game of scrabble. As I spoke he looked at me and waved one of his co-workers over. His co-worker spoke fluent English and happily helped me to find my driver. I thanked both of them and then I was on my way. I found my driver who was a very humble old gentle man who spoke to me in Spanish all the way to the hostel. I smiled and nodded. I enjoyed the company and arrived at the hostel where my Brazilian adventure began.