Lifes A Beach

The rest of my junket buddies didnt seem to have noticed how close we came to blaming it all on Rio. But after four days of automobile testing and factory visits stuffed with press conferences, I craved some time in the land that was familiar to me thanks to the Michael Caine movie and some really eye-filling beach photographs.

Outside the airport, it looked a lot more European than my third world eyes had thought it would. Clean air, crisp weather, and wide roads. We breezed though the suburbs (westerners would describe those as shanty towns, but we Indians know better) in a Volvo busliner, which was better appointed than the Vasp 737. It stopped beside simply the best place that one could hope to bed down in Rio