testmeat photoblog

this is the same favela where the little drummer boy resides. we got picked up from our hostel and driven to the bottom. we then all hopped on the back of a motorbike and rode up to the top before walking back to the start. that was the first time i've ever been on the back of a bike, and it was the scariest part of the day. i've no problem with riding a bike (well apart from the times i crashed - but that's another story) but there's the lack of control when your not the one riding which i don't like. i was the first of our group to go up to the top, and i wasn't sure on the etiquette of holding on. instinct was whispering me to hug the rider so i wouldn't fly off (a la ralph), pride was favouring the white knuckle grasp to the back of the seat. pride won the fight, although the swerves around the blind corners between the traffic and pedestrians made me question that decision all the way to the top.

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