In 2011 lived in Brazil for almost six months, part of the time as the guest of my friend Ricardo Ralston. One evening, unexpectedly, he said that we had to go into Sao Paolo and leave at about 8:30 or 9:00. I wasn’t feeling quite ready for it as it felt like a cold was coming on and all I really wanted to do was try to sleep it off but I decided to challenge myself. The ride from where we were in up in the mountains in Campos do Jordão was going to take more than two hours. I realized that by the time we arrived I could be down with a full-blown cold and feeling quite miserable. So as we plunged through the night in Ricardo’s Land Rover I made a decision to vanquish my cold by the time I arrived.