Finally we began our road trip to Belo Horizonte to see Engl and v Costa Rica in the city where England suffered their most embarrassing defeat, 0-1 against the USA in 1950.
Waiting at the bus station in Sao Paulo we were treated to a double bill of music. First an old guy playing classics and then a group of Brazilians playing Irish music.
Belo Horizonte means beautiful horizon and as we approached the city I could understand why. As we descended from the hills onto the plateau on which the city stands, the dawn sun made the red soil of the hills radiate while a thin mist lingered over the floor of the plateau like dewey threads of a spiders web. It’s easy to imagine how beautiful this area must have been before the first colonists deforested the hills and plains and began digging for the valuable minerals that give the state of Minas Gerais its name.
The journey into town to the bus station and back out to the hotel was considerably less impressive. What I’ve seen so far is even more ugly than Sao Paulo, something I never thought possible. We’re going to wander into the centre later to watch the Brazil v Cameroon game so in the next exciting post I’ll let you know how that went.