If Sao Paolo is a horizontal city where you keep on going and it never seems to end, my Rio is completely vertical, up to the sky and back.
A red train takes you to the top of the Corcovado, to spend some time in the clouds waiting for the sky to clear and give you some stunning views of the city (tickets not reimbursed in case of change of weather once up to the Christ).
Two cableways (or a good rope and climbing shoes) to conquer the Pao de Açucar and sink in saudade over the sunset.
A good dose of adrenaline and a sort of military instructor bearing the name of Mosquito, and you can jump, breathless, from 500 mt with a hand glider. If you are scared, run fast down the ramp; if you are not scared, run even faster. And land on the Sao Conrado beach on time for some suco verde or agua de coco.
If there is a place to do an helicopter ride, that would be Rio, friends said. The Heliponto da Lagoa is the place to start, for yet more vertical views of Ipanema, Copacabana, Urca and Lagoa.
And then, with the Cariocas, rise to the sky with life lusting zeal.
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