Greetings from the Blue Tree Morumbi! For those keeping score it’s now Sao Paulo 2, Steve 0: firstly, en route from the airport, I developed such severe motion sickness I had to get our driver to pull off the road, whereupon I ran into a fancy Brazilian steakhouse and, uh, “prayed to the porcelain gods,” for lack of a more eloquent description; and secondly, now that I’m in my hotel room, I can’t figure out how the light switches operate (although, in my defence, neither can my neighbour, so either it’s complicated or we’re both a bit stupid). I have no concept of where I am; my room faces north, but that’s all I can really tell you. Sao Paulo: the mind blows.
Tomorrow is an off day, a chance for us all to acclimatize before the tour kicks off Sunday morning in nearby Campinas. Tomorrow afternoon Palmeiras, one of the local Campeonato football clubs, has a home match against bottom team Sertaozinho. I really don’t know how I’d go about getting into the game…but the stadium (called, somewhat deceptively, the Palestra Italia) is less than 10km away, so it’d be silly not to investigate further. In the meantime, I’m off to nourish myself before a Skype date with a lonely–yet nonetheless fetching–Calgary blonde. Oh: and in unrelated news, I watched The Blind Side against last night. I enjoyed it more than I did the first time…but still, if you’re even vaguely intrigued by the movie’s premise, go straight to Michael Lewis’ astonishing book The Blind Side: Evolution of a Game, which is even better than his other well-known sports book, Moneyball.