"brazillian women want guns out of their lives"

i venture into the rarely recommended sao paulo to save myself the torture of waiting 13hours in an airport and to find a bed and shower for a few hours. feeling pretty lost, a bit out of cash and out of luck and generally a tad miserable after a good last nights memories, with good friends i'll miss, were turned sour by one dodgy guy.

the city is daunting and grey. i find some decent, cheap food and head towards the cathedral for a quick look before sleeping and there infront of the building is a "control arms" concert and demo."brazillian women want guns out of their lives" painted on the posters and over their faces. the poor, crazy and young dance to the... interesting music. on the opposite side of the square a man preaches to a good crowd, slapping his bible on his hand to emphasise his point. i hope to myself that god would only be seen dead with the bible basher or in the cathedral and alive and fighting with the passionate protestors in the square.

drunk, bloated bodies pave the cathedral steps and wrap themselves around the palm trees, as tall as the highrise office blocks surrounding. its a suprise ending to my 1st time in brazil and i'm ready to meet buenos aires with renewed energy.