By the time I’d landed in Sao Paulo, all hell had broken loose – so to speak – in all directions. The airline staff – though empathetic and caring – refused repeated requests to “please just shoot me” and instead delivered me by wheelchair to my next guide.
The drive from Sao Paulo airport to the 5-star Farano Hotel in downtown is just shy of an eternity. My driver kindly stopped the car periodically to allow me to inspect sidewalks and pavement along the way.
Sick as a dog at midnight in Sao Paulo, unable to speak Portuguese (or even English at that point), might cause one to feel concerned. Not at the Farano Hotel.
Within 30 minutes of arrival, a wonderfully competent doctor was at my bedside, quickly diagnosing “feijoaga overdose”, administering IV meds and calling multiple prescriptions into the all-night pharmacy (meds delivered 15 minutes later).
Doctor’s bill: $300
Cost of medications: $25
Value of staying at the best hotel you can afford: Priceless
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