Esta bom

My cup of joy runneth over.

There were only two attempted muggings on the way back to the hotel, but I gave the guys a cold hard stare and they backed down, as Johnny Foreigner always does when confronted with the British Bulldog spirit.

If my luck holds out (for three more days, to be precise), then in a few years I shall be sat safely in a pub in London telling tales of how I wandered through the favelas and floored the local drug baron's minions with a swift uppercut when challenged. :-)