Rio is a city of marked highs and lows; mountains and cliffs soar over smooth beaches, cool winters follow scalding summers, and the wealthy live alongside the poor.
Amidst the generally cheery dispositions of cariocas, there runs the bitter undercurrent of a drastic income divide.
Nowhere is the disparity more apparent than in Rio’s western reaches, in the valley between the Morro Dois Irmãos and Pedra da Gávea mountains. Comprising a few unremarkable high-rises on the secluded waterfront, the neighborhood of São Conrado is home to some of Rio’s richest. Further inland is the vast expanse of Rocinha, the largest favela, or slum, in Brazil.
Since many of Rocinha’s inhabitants aren’t officially documented, the government’s official count of about 70,000 runs much lower than common estimates of over 200,000. But as I stand at the base of the hill (by the same name) on which Rocinha rests, I get the feeling that this not merely another favela but a city in its own right, an urban jungle nearly as grand as Rio itself. Continue reading “Rio: Discovering the crowded streets and cramped alleys of Rocinha”→
The word “Rio” conjures up an image that is something like this:
And that’s all good fun, of course, but it’s not the full picture. Rio de Janeiro, in its entirety, is a city with much more richness and depth than its glamorous coast might suggest. Heading inland, away from the famed beaches of Leblon and Ipanema, I discovered a much different Rio.
This is the real Rio – a packed city, functional and full of urban beauty.
Rio is an incredible town – I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much variation in a city before. It’s a hodgepodge metropolis, each neighborhood with its own distinct personality. Being in Rio de Janeiro is like being in a world of its own.