Well life moves pretty quickly in Rio when it wants to... The drug lord who arrived at the party in Rochina the other Sunday is now being hunted by the police - apparently he is responsible for the murder of one favela woman and the dismemberment of another... nice... it seems no matter what kind of show the drug gangs put on, it will never hide the fact that their members are essentially cold-blooded killers.

On a more positive note, i've now moved house and am living in this amazing place in Santa Teresa - the hippy bohemian part of Rio (suits me down to the ground)... We're set up with a little office and can take a dip in the pool on our lunch break... I am having to watch out for a few creepy crawlies though - check the picture above - it's a massive caterpillar, which in fact is not a caterpillar but more of a dayglow pain machine - step on one and you'll get a horrible burn, if that is, the fever doesn't get you first...

Today i've mostly learnt the words:
Minhocas - Worms (like how the caterpillars wiggle)
Mulher - Woman (coz it was international womans day last Thursday and all of Rio's women were carrying red roses)
Violao - Guitar (because someone we lives with plays it amazingly)