Tuesday, 17 December 2019

16/17 December - To Brazil

There is not much that is positive to say about lengthy trips trapped in confined seats on busy coaches and packed aircraft. This trip was no different and had proved a long and disjointed journey even before I arrived at Brazil to get my connecting flight to the islands: a two hour bus trip to Heathrow followed by a three hour wait; a short flight to Paris followed by another three hour wait; and then a long overnight flight of nearly twelve hours to São Paolo in Brazil. It was mid-morning when arrived at São Paulo for an expected sixteen hour wait before my onward flight to the Falklands. I had already decided that there was little point in getting a hotel for the layover given that I would need to leave it by 4am in order to catch my early morning departure. Instead I would rely on a selection of books and downloaded radio dramas to see me through the night at the airport so I settled down in the airport to pass the time. It was the precursor to it all going wrong....

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