When we arrived in Santos S. and I decided to go to  Sao Paulo. The passengers  had gone off in luxury coaches, but S. and I decided to go  (as usual) by local bus. We arrived at the bus station and, despite neither of us speaking Portugese managed to find the right bus and with much arm waving and miming  conveyed the fact that we wanted to go to Sao Paulo and back. The conductor /driver accepted a dollar bill and gave us a roll of Brazilian notes in exchange. He and the other passengers took a great interest in us and chattered away to us. They seemed to be quite satisfied with our smiles and nods in response. Once out of Santos the road climbed steeply and every twist and turn produced spectacular views. When the passengers saw S. trying to take photos through the window they called out to the driver, who obligingly punctuated the journey with stops for us to jump out and take our photos. No one appeared to mind their journey time being prolonged like this!

When we arrived in San Paulo the driver pointed out on our watches the time for the return bus. We spent the intervening time shopping for the moderately priced leather goods and semi precious jewellery.

Sao Paulo was amazingly modern with skyscrapers, modern buildings and parks. It was said, at the time, it was the fastest growing city in the world. 

On the way back when we saw the driver putting some large flasks into a locker by his seat S.  joked, “Looks like we are getting trolley service on the way back.” It turned out not to be a joke when he brought us each a cup of very strong coffee  followed by ice cold water!

We arrived back in Santos still elated from the splendid day we had had for the magnificent fare of 50 American cents!

We felt even more elated when we found that the expensive tour the passengers had been on had been spoilt because the air conditioning had been broken, and their driver had been reluctant to stop for them to take photos.

The following morning we sailed into the beautiful harbour of Rio de Janeiro.

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