Free in Uberlandia

No judging today. And no rush to get up. I rise a little after nine. Then go for brekkie. Happy enough, once more, just to have made it to another day. I no longer take waking up for granted.

Jose and a few others are there. I sit with them and chat. While eating my usual breakfast. Scrambled eggs and the white cheese. Followed by fruit. Can’t forget the fruit.

Jose offers to pick me up from the airport in Rio tomorrow. Which is nice. And take me out for some food and beer. That's dead cool. He’s such a nice bloke. It’s been great spending time with him.

Even after three coffees I feel rather knacked. I consider going back to bed. But instead fiddle on my laptop.

There is an excursion to a coffee plantation today. But, as the start time was stupid o’clock, I gave it a miss. I simply couldn’t be arsed to get up that early. The only other thing on the agenda is the awards ceremony this evening. A free day. Yippee!

My plan is to take things easy. Very easy. I could go out for lunch. What are my nearby options? Mostly buffets. I’m a bit buffeted out. Instead, I think I’ll have a wander to the supermarket and pick up some cheese and salami.

It’s an interesting walk. A bit downhill. Along some really crap and uneven pavements. You could easily do yourself an injury, if you weren’t paying attention. Especially if it’s a bit icy. Then I remember. Not much chance of ice here. Not unless there’s a nuclear war or massive meteor strike. In those cases, I’ll have more pressing worries than an icy pavement.

Not the largest of supermarkets. It does have all the stuff I need. Along with the aforementioned supplies, I buy rolls, bananas and cola. The latter I need to mix with the gut-rot cachaça I brought from Rio.

Luckily, the road only gets really steep past the supermarket. I really can’t be doing with hills anymore. That’s what decades of living surrounded by the Dutch mountains gets you. The only inclined surfaces at home are the approaches to bridges. A rise of no more than a couple of metres.

I play around on my laptop. Doing a bit of writing. And lots of looking at crap on the internet. It's so cold in the room, that I'm wearing my jacket. I can't seem to turn the ac up. Or is it down? Make it fucking warmer in here, that's what I mean.

The gut-rot cachaça is, er, rotting my gut. That’s annoying. Typical that I feel crap on my day off.

It doesn’t get better as evening rolls around. Think I’ll give the awards ceremony a miss. They’re quite stressful – lots of standing up and deafening noise – at the best of times.

Looking at my email, I notice one from KLM. Asking if I want to check in. That’s a bit early. It’s 48 hours until I fly.

At least, that’s what I thought. It seems my flight is booked for tomorrow, 4th March. Didn’t I book it for the 5th? That’s what it says in the document with all my trip details. I originally planned to return on the 4th. But when I changed my departure date to a day later, the KLM site automatically shifted my return to a day later, too. Or that’s what I thought.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. Fuck. How on earth could I get that so wrong?

Will I be even able to make it? My Amsterdam flight leaves at 20:50. And I don’t get into Rio until 18:50. At the other airport. The domestic one. Two hours for the transfer is really tight. Any sort of delay will completely bugger me.

To make matters worse, I have two flights to get to Rio. With quite a tight connection in Sao Paolo. Lots of room for delays. One of as little as ten minutes could ruin everything.

I message Jose that I won’t be able to meet him for drinks tomorrow. Kindly, He offers to give me a lift between the airports.

According to Google maps, it takes twenty minutes by car between the airports. Even if it’s half an hour, I should be OK. Should be.

I start to do some industrial scale worrying. What the fuck do I do if I miss my flight to Holland? Would I be able to rebook onto the next day’s flight? How much would that cost me? Where would I stay in Rio? As I’ve already cancelled my hotel.

Maybe I could change my flight from Uberlandia to an earlier one. No. GOL only have the one flight a day. Maybe another airline.

I look at Azul. They want around 500 euros for a single. And the times are no better. A Latam flight would be earlier. However, they want 1,200 euros. What the fuck? That’s more than I paid to fly from Amsterdam to Rio and back.

I do some more worrying. Then go to bed. 

 

 

A video report about my time in Uberlandia.