Blame it on Rio...

Well, so much for taking depos in Rio de Janeiro. After a couple weeks of fruitlessly trying to snag any type of visa, I’ve officially given up. For you see, turns out it’s illegal to take depositions in Brazil, and I look too much like Ned Beatty to do time in a South American (or Arkansas for that matter) prison.

The humorous part of this saga is the multiple adaptations to my story I'd concoct to fit their narrow definitions of visas. When I found out that “deposition” was a dirty word, I came back and tried “interview,” then “meeting.” Trouble was it was the same guy sitting behind the bulletproof glass at the consulate each time I showed up, and since the list of 300-pound court reporters trying to sneak into Rio is understandably a fairly short one, he wasn’t buying any of it.

I’ve always been fascinated by the Christ the Redeemer (a/k/a “Really Big Jesus”) monument overlooking Rio and was quite looking forward to seeing it up close. Guess I’ll have to check that box further down the road.

"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be." - Douglas Adams