I’m back in Rio after an excruciating flight. I hate being big. It was an A330 [TAP / Air Portugal] and I had a bulkhead, which gave me decent room, but I had to empty my pockets to get in the seat, no lie. I could not get at any controls, there was no directional air and the table wouldn’t fit over my legs. Luckily I had the seat next to me empty [the armrests were solid to the floor and didn’t move] and I opened that table and used those controls. We did have two decent meals, 5 different movies and the best music I have yet to hear on a plane. It was 9.5 hours and I am aching and racked with pain.
My hotel, Aeroporto Othon Travel, is seedy. It’s older than the Lancaster. But I have a great room on the 8th floor overlooking Flamingo [a beach district], the Modern Art Museum and the city lights. I can see Cristo Redentor lit up in the distance. I am going to go to bed now as I think I may have caught something on the flight.
Tune in tomorrow.
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