Yes.

Dago let his eyes shut and he fell asleep with the window shut. It wasn’t until the plane began to land that he woke again, and thankfully when he cracked open the window, it was still dark. He exited the plane and checked the time, it was around 11 pm. He wasn’t sure where he was until the passengers were being ushered toward the baggage claim; he noticed the multilingual signs said he was in Rio di Janiero, Brazil. Oh great, he thought with a bit of annoyance. He didn’t speak Brazilian Portuguese, though he could understand most of it.

He exited the airport and began to look around. He hadn’t ever been to Brazil, but he had heard enough good things about it that he figured he could stick around for awhile. He stopped at the first club he came to and examined it. It already sounded like people were dancing inside of it. He realized that he would probably have to pay a cover charge to get in, or he could look for some other way.