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Little red pants and caipirinhas – aka Baila Brazil

When people think of Brazil what usually springs to mind is football, carnaval and caipirinhas. Thankfully my evening last night considered of just the latter two – dance and drink!

Let’s face it – who can throw themselves into a sweaty samba session without at least one cocktail?

Obviously not me. Nor the rest of the Motley Crue of bloggers who joined the fray and danced the night away.

But before our reward (and physical torture) we watched the professionals do it properly. Read the rest of this entry »

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