It was a Sunday in June that I got a call from Jez telling me to pack a bag and be ready within 48 hours to board a plane to Brazil. Needless to say it was a shock.
It took a while for me to fully embrace what was happening, in fact, it took the entirety of my journey. Even after walking in to Stansted airport, a 10 hour flight to Sao Paulo, an 8 hour layover in the airport, a 3 hour connecting flight to Teresina and then a cab to the hotel, I was sat in the lobby still a ball of nerves. I had no idea that within minutes I’d be embarking on one of the most incredible journeys I’d ever been a part of.
A Nissan 4×4 screeched up outside the hotel and I was greeted by some familiar faces, Will and Colin from Wing as well as a freelance producer called Roberta who I’d not met before. From this point on, everything was so hurried and fast. A quick hello, a handshake and we were away. I had no time to think about nerves, or how tired I was from the journey. I was ready to go and wouldn’t really stop for 24 days.