The rest of my time in Campo Limpo Paulista with Daniela proved relatively relaxing... but brilliantly Brazilian nonetheless. Rather than whizzing around to see what the state had to offer, we decided to take a bit of time out for some pampering. When Daniela suggested I go to the Brazilian salon with her, I really had no idea what I was letting myself in for. It turned out to be an 8 hour all-inclusive day trip. I have honestly never seen one girl have so many chemicals put on her hair! Every step of the treatment was broken up by general Brazilian chit-chat. You know how in England, the dreaded fake chit chat with the hairdresser tends to revolve around the weather and any imminent holidays to the seychelles? Not so in Brazil! Within half an hour my manicurist probably knew more about me than my mother, and I felt like I had made a friend for life! For me, however, the real highlight came when we ordered in food (rice and beans OF COURSE) and sat and tucked in on the hairdressing bench, with towels in our hair and brushes and scissors all around us. One of those surreal moments that I'll never forget.
Having battled Sao Paulo's metro system and made it to central Sao Paulo to celebrate Audrey's birthday, I soon found myself tucking into a typically delicious churrasco and cupcakes. Later we went to a huuuuge baptist church and randomly bumped into a guy we met at the big EMEP conference in CEM back in March. The low points in my short visit to the big city were a) trying desperately not to wake up the 11 people staying in Audrey's tiny flat when going to get water, only to cause a massive glass shattering racket at 4am... and realising that I'd booked my next plane ticket from the wrong airport... oops!
Sao Paulo is big. Really big.