The Boys From Brazil
After spending a long weekend goggling at the bikinis on Copacabana beach (and frightening the locals by being the whitest thing they'd ever seen), it was time to travel to my fiancee's home town. This turned out to be some 900km from Rio de Janiero, which our driver casually mentioned he planned to do non-stop.

It was quite a journey. 10 hours straight in a car with no air conditioning, and a driver who, by the end of it, only stayed awake because his girlfriend in the passenger seat would hit him every time the car started to drift toward the verge.

But the most memorable thing was the music: by the end we'd realised that there was only one track that everyone in the car liked, so we ended up playing it again and again and again. And then again.

Brazil is too large not to sort out the music carefully!
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 13:54, Reply)