Tijuca Park Scramble
It’s always a great sign when the taxi driver doesn’t know the street when you point to it on a map. Tijuca Park was the destination for the day. Twenty minutes into the cab ride, it wasn’t going so well. We had taken the long route around Lagoa, the guy was enthusiastically explaining it’s presence to me like an excited tour guide up until the point where I pointed out the BTT gym and told him I trained there every day. The road to Tijuca park goes through a few backstreets near the Botanical Gardens (a source of at least three minutes of pointing and explaining). But from there it went bad to worse. The cab driver insisted that there was a police cabin a kilometer down the road. Three kilometers of ascent into forest and, well, I had enough of paying a guy who didn’t know the directions. He dropped me off at a place called China Vista. After asking a few people there, who also didn’t know the way, we agreed to part ways on half the roundabout fare. Read more
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