On Our Way

We have just entered the flight to Rio, and have already received a heavy dosage  of Brazilian culture. Greater detail? The gentleman next to my father just will not stop talking to the man behind them. My poor father has already been inundated with Portuguese  and it doesn't look like our new friend will let up anytime soon. Even so, we must try to sleep, or be kept prisoner or boredom and insomnia on a nine-hour flight.