After several rather lazy, post-Carnival days (ie. recovery), early yesterday morning I finally dragged my backside up Pao de Acucar, or Sugarloaf.
It´s reached by two separate cable cars, with a smaller mountain between. At the 400m summit trails climb through lush tropical jungle where butterflies the size of your hand float past, and orchids and bromeliads cling to the trees.
I´ll let these pictures speak for themselves as I´m running short of superlatives for this place.
I´ll let these pictures speak for themselves as I´m running short of superlatives for this place.
