I’ll always look back upon my time in Rio fondly. We met some brilliant people and lived, at least for a short while, in a hedonistic haze of cocktail consumption, frenzied football matches and trips up a hill to see the big guy. Then there was that fateful night that made me want to stay forever (or at least until the tourist visa expired), the night of the Lapa Street Party. We had been happy to stay put in the hostel bar for our first few nights in Rio. Our Hostel of choice was Mellow Yel... read more