Chibundu Onuzo, the only other Nigerian amongst the hundreds and hundreds of people who came for the festival, and the author of Spider King's Daughter, decided that we should go and see Christos statue. Even though I had decided to stay in all day, I obliged, cos I felt it would only take one or two hours.
When we got to the place, we were advised not to take the tourists train up the mountain cos we won't see Mr Christos due to the bad weather that had caused the clouds to cover him.
Downcast, we took the bus back to the hotel, and went for lunch.
|The streets of Brazil. This is the rich people's area. No fences|
|How I wish we could have parks like this in Nigeria, |
where we can just chill, and area boys won't take over
|This guy photo-bombed Chibundu's shot|
|Pretending to exercise|
|Chibundu and Flavia|
Once I got to the hotel, I continued with my work. If only I could imagine what the next day had in stock for me. If you are reading this post today when it was posted, I am probably on my way to the fifth and final country I will be visiting this year. Happy new year in advance.