I woke up at about 2 in the morning. She was jumping on the bed next to mine shouting incoherent, what I assumed to be, English. When she saw my eyes open, she broke the news to me. We were going hang-gliding. I can honestly say at that moment, I feared for my life.
A suspicious looking van picked us up, and we were soon dropped off in the middle of the jungle near something that looked like a giant treehouse.
"OY! Are ya here for our hang-glidin' experrrrrrriencay?" A strange man said, jumping in front of us.
"Did he just jump out of a tree...?" Laura whispered to me.
"I have no idea..." I whispered back.
"What is that accent supposed to be? Australian, Pirate, or Brazilian?" she asked, even quieter than before. Personally, just having been in Sydney, I thought it sounded like Australian. But then again, I've been on Pirated of the Caribbean at Disneyland several times too, and it sounded sort of Pirate-y too. We had heard people speak in a Brazilian accent already, too, and it didn't quite sound like that.
"Honestly, no idea," I replied.
"We're in Brazil, so hopefully its Brazilian," she said, realizing the same thing I had just concluded.
The strange man helped us gear up, and when it came time to glide, I asked, "What are we supposed to do?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out, Chickadee," he said, jumping off the platform. I looked at Laura, she looked at me. We both stated a general conclusion. "Hippie."
Luckily, another guide came over and assisted us in our adventure. We managed not to die. On our way back to the hotel, Laura was laughing constantly. When we arrived at our hotel, she was still laughing. She laughed until she hit the bed, instantly asleep. I followed suit.
The next day, Laura insisted on searching Rio for llama merchandise. We had to stay in Rio for more than two days because the flights were being trippy.
"Did you know that some armies use llamas?" she asked.
"Uhh...no, I can't say did..." I said, not liking where this was going.
She spent the rest of the day blabbering on about llamas. Luckily, she shut up by the time we were at the airport. We were almost late, once again.
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