On my trip to Brazil I was on the look out for new stories to write about but not quite the kind of story that I`m going to recount here. After living, working and travelling around Brazil for over 20 years, in all of which time I`ve skirted, heard of and driven past close shaves, I finally came close to the very Megafugly side of life in Brazil. On a night on the town last week in a destination soon to host England fans I had a reunion with two American mates, both of whom h

I`m returning to a theme, because on my last two return trips to Brazil I had to pass through customs and immigration not once but three times! When I asked the ladies at the immigration desk whether I was having to pass through immigration a second and third time because the great state of Minas Gerais (where I was headed) had ceded from the Union, I only received the dead pan expression of a semi trained automaton. What else might one expect from someone whose sole purpose