What a difference a few hours and about 200 meters can make...

So I mentioned that the whole group rolled out of the rack at o'dark thirty to beat feat to Copacabana beach to make sure we got into Fan Fest, which turned out to be unnecessarily paranoid (more on American paranoia in a later post), but I thought I'd post a couple of more pictures to make my point.

Here's what we met on the beach when we got there Thursday morning:

And here's what we found ourselves swimming in the middle of for the Brazil/Croatia tilt about 6 hours and a little further south later:

When tried to explain the rest of the world is mad for the futebol, they can't help but undersell the point.