Day three in Rio did not chronologically coincide with the last day, but in the time remaining before departure (almost three days) we did not make photo-forays. We lay on the beach (in an hour and a half of diffused sun and refreshing breeze we got so burnt under all the creams that we are still spotted and striped-bronze), equipped ourselves with souvenirs and idly wandered around, not giving any pleasure with our existence to the hunters for profit.
The Botanical Garden is a pleasant place to visit for a number of reasons. Firstly, it is large, cool and shady in every way. Secondly, you can look at things there (a pavilion with orchids, a herbal garden, tropical plants, ponds with a host of fish, a small waterfall, a bamboo grove, kilometer-long palm trees, etc.) if you are interested, and just wander around relaxed if you are not interested. Thirdly, there is an entrance fee (9 reals), which definitely narrows the audience of visitors, if you know what I mean 🙂
At the entrance to the park, turtles swim in a fountain, doing physical exercise and acrobatics right before the eyes of the amazed public.
Relaxation and carelessness cover you already behind the turnstiles. Clusters of schoolchildren scurry around and there is a universal invasion of pregnant women in negligees with photographers in their arms, but the territory is so huge that you hardly pay attention to the people.
Big Brother is watching you here too, don't doubt it 🙂
Past the orchid pavilion...
…to the thickets of Brazilian hollow bamboo.
The sky above is blue-green with small branches.
If you walk, ride, and run along the path for a long time, you can come across a small pond with huge fish darting among the water lilies.
We go through the arch to the fountain.
A few more wizard oaks and scarlet flowers - and it's time to put away the camera and head to the bus stop.
After two and a half days we left the hospitable Brazilian land.
The taxi ride to the airport slightly brightened the sadness of the imminent separation: at the hotel reception we were assured that the price of the car services ordered through them would be the most fixed and, of course, lower than the city average. Namely - 80 reals. In the end, the joker-driver, who had been enthusiastically teaching us the basics of Portuguese grammar the whole way, jacked up the price to 120, and, hearing about the stated 80 reals, only shook his head: "Me sorry." We showed him a 100 real note, said that there was no more money and no more was expected. He took it, but was not generous with the change.
The last fly in the ointment and the signal to finally turn on your brain was Rio de Janeiro Duty Free. Where all prices are indicated in US dollars, not in reals. And do you know what the real symbol is? Yes, like this: $. It’s easy to mix them up without knowing. So now you know too.
Até a vista, Brazil, until next time, you never know.
Source: travel.ru
