I Walked and I Walked

Rio was like an unholy misegenation between london and los angeles. I couldn't get my plastic to work in the cash machines, so one afternoon i set out to find a bank where i could draw some money. As well as being illimitable, sapaolo seemed to have little or no comprehensible street plan. The minnie bar in the hotel was called the self bar. So i took it personally and down the lot the scotches, the vodkas, the gins and the amazonian ampita dientes. Then i howled down the lift shaft. My brazilian translator, the redoubtable amilton do