Spiked in Sao Paulo...

It tends to happen to me in cities that I like. In London I got mugged; in Naples I got punched in the face; in Sao Paulo I got spiked.
Fortunately Rhia immediately recognised that, although my dancing styles clearly evolve during the night, ´slow mo´collapsing on the floor was not my new Brazilian dance style. So her and our friend Paulo dutifully took me home from the Samba club after realising that a plain coke had not done this to me.
It didn´t put me off though. Sao Paulo I still maintain is a great city with good people. It was an interesting weekend altogether, very busy with lots of people, including additional crowds from Formula One, a football match and a tattoo convention happening just down the road. Although I gather this is not unusual for SP.
Saturday was my favourite day with a visit to the Mercado Municipal which was a huge food market buzzing with people and flies, offering some great food such as the ginormous Mortadella Sandwich which was 80% mortadella and only 20% sandwich.
We didn´t have room to try the mortadella though as working our way through the stalls we picked up enough tasters to last us until the early evening including cheese, sausage, dips, marinated vegetables and my favourite of sashimi and prosecco (ah, at last!). There was a great sense of community in the market with people sharing all their food and drinks with fellow stall holders and greeting everyone, colleague and customer alike, with a kiss on the cheek and a big slab of cheese. My kind of place. Especially when my plastic wine tasting thimble got upgraded for a large wine glass - genuinely made my day.
That afternoon we wandered into the mayhem of the day markets and visited a gallery before cooking dinner and going to the aforementioned Samba club.
What most annoyed me about being spiked was that: a) I had paid to get in on the principle of dancing lots and couldn´t even stand; b) We had to go home early and I can´t even remember it; c) I had paid to get in (this is a serious point considering our budget), d) I couldn´t dance (again worth repeating), e) I was unable to take full advantage off all you can eat Sushi the following day for feeling a bit sick; f - z) all you can eat sushi!!!!!!!!!! a massive missed opportunity - heartbroken.
Despite my groaning stomach, we still managed to make an impression. My last Brazilian rodizio, and sushi - how couldn´t you? We worked our way through a couple sushi boats, two plates of gzoyza, tempura, more sashimi, large california wraps, and even more sushi.
And that was it, the end of Sao Paulo, and Brazil. Ciao Brasil! Obrigada!
I hope that Argentina has the same appetite...