Nevertheless, the first day was quite hot and sunny, 36 degrees, „perfect” for our planned urban hike through the rainforest. After 45 minutes of endless steps, a lot of „looking for the monkeys“ breaks and some suave curse words, we reached Morro da Urca, the hill behind Sugarloaf. And let me tell you, we’re not the fittest people in world, so the summit did feel like an achievement. As a matter of fact, we felt kind of special. Angry about our decision to skip the cable car, sweaty and very tired, we were completely contrasting all those happy tourists stepping out of the vehicle. But before enjoying the view, I ran to the public toilets and shoved my head under the faucet, while Sergiu was making conversation with a friendly but concerned janitor, who asked if we had any friends. In Rio or in general.