About two years ago, I wrote about my 24 hour adventure to Old Trafford with some mates from London.
It's surprising where else 24 hours can get you. As the plane was flying towards Sao Paulo, my eyes caught a glimpse of a huge river. So huge was the river, it could possibly fit two planes.
It was not the Amazon though, that's further north. I started to imagine how huge THAT would be. Prior to landing, I saw many houses with swimming pools. It must be the Kenny Hills of Sao Paulo.
Then, not far away from these houses were smaller houses with no proper roads. It's true what FW said, development in certain places must be 10 years behind tanah air.
On the bus from the international airport (not very impressive for such a huge city) to the domestic airport, all the screens were blurred (why?). Do they not want us to see the sins of men as we luxuriously fly intercontinent?
The rain really reminds me of tanah air though. Not heavy, but just steady bordering torrential...
Footnote: Back to the airport, there didn't seem to be a system. It reminded me a bit about the old Subang airport when I was leaving tanah air to study in Sydney... 12 years ago!
There was impatience everywhere.
Oh and what of the X Factor finals? Along with me were a couple of hundred Brits who were equally unperturbed by the happenings back in the UK.
