I've always been a bit peripatetic when it comes to tourism.

Yep, tick, been there, done that, didn't buy the T-shirt.

Even as a child I wondered why some people holidayed in the same places, year after year. It just seemed so frightfully boring. Besides, however cosmopolitan I perceive myself as being, I've always been rather attached to London. Six continents, too many countries to count, still never found anywhere to usurp it.

I thought that was the way I'd always be, keeping on trucking, until I found my baby, Brazil. I can't explain enough why I love that country. It's the only place in the world in which I find myself delighted when connections are delayed (because it's all about the people, ya know). It's the only country in which I am consistently mistaken for a native and, should you be that way inclined, a shaman friend says that the West is destined to fall and in its place South America will rise.