please leave lapa

when I then head down to Lapa to see what it´s like during the day, I see yet more cool grafitti as well as an old aquaduct rising above the mess that is Lapa.

I am merrily snapping away, capturing the grafitti and colourful buildings, although fortunately not the mediocre sounds of hymns coming from a beautifully colourful blue and yellow church, when I am approached by a man. 

he tells me that it is not safe for me here.  I thank him and move on, all the while being sensible and aware of my surroundings.  but not feeling unsafe.  it is not long before I am approached again and told by another man that it is dangerous for me here.

so at this point I decide to make my way out of the area, not knowing entirely of course where I am.  which must have shown despite my best efforts, as I was approached for the third and final time by an off duty policeman who insists on walking me to the bus stop for my own safety.  so I was essentially escorted off the premises of Lapa!

I was disappointed as my bus took me down to the chic but arogant copacobana.  we pass the sugar loaf mountain in all its glory and memories and I get off the bus wondering what I will do next.