I groaned. Not only was it a sticky, sweltering day
outside, with the sun persistently beating down on our heads, but
we would have to patiently stand in it for at least another hour.
But wait a moment. Evandro was quickly maneuvering past the line and urging us to follow. We had no trouble complying, hastily
passing the short distance that would take the individuals in line possibly an
eternity to cross.
Briskly approaching a stout woman in
uniform, Evandro briefly flipped her his tourism badge and uttered a few
phrases in Portuguese. After several seconds, she nodded vigorously, and
ushered us into the ticket stand. It was nearly too good to be true. Agonizing
hours of waiting in line had been entirely eliminated, ah, the perks of touring
the city with a certified guide. Come to think of it, I have not yet shared our
guide's contact information for anyone who plans on visiting Rio de Janiero someday.
So here it is:
General
Director: Evandro Da Silva
Email:
contato@bambuiecotour.com.br
Website: http://www.bambuiecotour.com.br/
Other Information:
We continued to the ticket
stand before Evandro informed us that we
could go on exploring the sublime peaks of Morro de Urca and Pão de Açúcar until he returned at 5:00 PM . That was in about three hours. Sounded good. We smiled, thanking him heartily and waving
him a temporary goodbye, as we went to purchase our tickets.
It was when we stepped to that fateful
ticket counter, that it finally dawned on me how we would scale the staggering
heights of Morro de Urca and Pão de Açúcar. Judging from the hulking, transparent carriage that was sitting several feet away, and the thin,
elongated wires connecting Morro da Urca and Pão de Açúcar, we must be going by
cable car. Just some food for
thought: The cable cars run every twenty minutes, and can hold up to 65
passengers. The round trip ticket is R$53 for adults, R$26 for children (ages
six to twelve), and children under age five ride for free.
That aside, we audaciously approached the ticket
counter once more, and left it shortly after with six round tickets in hand.
Two for each of us, one for going to Morro de
Urca and the other for reaching Pão de Açúcar. One cannot understate the importance of
keeping these tickets in a place where one can conveniently pull them from one's pockets. This wasn't like
Jardim Botanico, where an officer would glance at them casually. No,
this was a place with metal bars that you could only step through after
scanning the tickets on a machine. Very official stuff. Thus, after several minutes of tryingly searching our
pockets, we finally found them, scanned them duly, and entered the
hulking, transparent cage of a cable car. Just as I would excitedly lean
against the cool glass of the windows of Evandro's van, searching and learning,
I did the same for the much wider and clearer windows of the cable car. After
several warnings both in English and in Portuguese, the doors quickly hissed shut, and we felt the cable cart suddenly lurch forward.
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