I spent the previous night tasting Cachaca, for which Paraty is famous, with an Italian and a Swiss bloke while roaming around this colonial town. Paraty is situated on the "green coast" between Sao Paolo and Rio de Janeiro states surrounded by jungle mountains on one side and blue water punctuated by small islands on the other.
As the puddles would indicate, it rained the whole night before, but I was given a window at departure to stay dry.
In addition to Rio suffering the worst flooding in 44 years, the hillsides where littered with landslides spilling onto the road. There most have been dozens, ranging in size from small bits of dirt to MASSIVE boulders.
As I approach Rio and the lanes start to multiply the sky grows dark and gives me a nice welcoming present. I would have loved to take more pics, but entered Rio in the heaviest rain I have experienced in an urban setting. I was trying to find my way through this huge city to the hostel to meet my friend, only following signs for Ipanema, getting stuck at stop lights and crossing flooded streets and testing my limits. But it all worked out and I am loving RIO!!!