Firstly there were only two boats off the island a day. 11am and 4pm. Our flight from Rio was in the evening (agreeably not until 9pm, but still) so we (I) opted for the early journey. Back on land we were literally packed to the rafters with everyone's bags - there was certainly no quick fire escape from this mini bus.
The drive back into the city was actually fine, despite Rio traffic generally being some of the most horrific. We arrived at the airport a full five hours before departure. And there really is not a lot to do at Rio airport. Listen to the samba school music on repeat perhaps... but that's about the extent of it.
Finally on the plane (awful air Iberia, no movies, no space, no free drinks) and back to Madrid at some unearthly hour in the morning.
Madrid airport is a little bigger than Rio. A little bigger in fact that we nearly missed the connecting flight as we were sat in the wrong terminal.
A kind airhostess spotted the stupid English and ushered us onto an inter terminal bus, and straight onto the plane back to Blighty.
But we're not there yet. The little aircraft flew into London City airport, the other side of London to where we departed, and where my little Clio was parked. And it was mid-afternoon tube rush hour.
And THEN back to the car at full on rush hour, and... it had a puncture!! Sort the puncture, get on the road home THE WRONG WAY!!
Anyway, what's important is we did get home, eventually. (Or is that even important?)
Signing off from the Brazilian adventures. For now.
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