Oh, what a hangover from yesterday. The only way to rid myself of the headache is to. . . . . . drink some more! The caipirinha (sugar cane alcohol, sugar syrup, lots of chopped lime and lots of ice) is soooooooo good.
A really neat part about Brasil is that highway service areas sell booze! Yea, hard liquor! There are no laws down here against having open alcoholic beverages in a moving car, and even if there are such laws, there really aren't any police to enforce them.
In the photo below, we are departing Sao Paulo heading toward Curitiba.
Here's a couple photos to show some of these Favelas (Click photos to enlarge):
Brasil is about as big (north-to-south) as the United States is (east-to-west). But Brasil has less than half the population of the USA and 90% of that population lives within ten miles of the eastern coast! As such, after leaving Sao Paulo and traveling beyond the ring of favelas, the countryside becomes rural then totally uninhabited almost immediately.
We will travel several hours toward Curitiba with miles and miles and miles of no people, few if any houses, no businesses. Just whatever animals roam free in the beautiful wild.
Take a look at the photo below. Sorry it is so grainy, we were driving fast (180-190 kph). See the grayish colored things on the hills that look like rocks? They aren't rocks. They are 3,4 and 5 foot tall ant hills! Gazzillions of ants.
Basically, along the highways, the cops stay in their stations (which are right on the highway itself) and wait for someone to call-in a crash.Here's a Brasilian Federal Highway Police station we passed on the highway: