Grey on grey

No sense of elation came with our pre-dawn arrival in Rio. The pollution was almost palpable and our return to the land of inadequate health services, education and infrastructure, uneven, potholed pavements and roads, crazy drivers, lunatic motorcyclists and, infinitely worse, corruption and the start of the election campaign filled me with gloom. As soon as we reached Copacabana, I left poor HH to get the luggage through the door and walked down to the beach to catch the sunrise, only to be greeted by a grey vista that matched my mood. I wonder when Brazil will start to work its magic again.