Three days later the chartered aircraft touched down at Guarulhos International Airport in Sao Paulo, Brazil. It was late afternoon on the twenty-eighth of January and the heat was really intense. Having just come from a chilly winter in the northern hemisphere didn’t help matters.
After everyone had collected their baggage, we took a courtesy bus to the car-rental parking lot where our five black Chevy Suburbans waited. As the vehicles peeled out of the lot, I thought we must look like some sort of FBI raiding party.
I was driving the lead vehicle and I followed the instructions on the navigation system to our hotel, about twenty-four miles from the airport. Although the traffic was heavy the road system was quite good and we arrived at our destination just before seven o’clock.
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