Wow, now that’s a lot of trees. I’m 9,500 feet over the Amazon rain forest, and the only thing I see from horizon to horizon is a bumpy carpet that’s toned British-racing green. A couple days ago, I set off from the Cirrus plant in Duluth, Minn., for what was then a distant port, pointing the nose of this spanking-new Cirrus SR22-G3 south and saying to myself, as I climbed to my initial cruise altitude, “São Paulo or bust.”
Now, I feel like I’m in the home stretch, even though I’ve still got more than a day’s flying before I alight at Jundiaí airport, on the outskirts of São Paulo. In the meantime, I’m scooting along grooving to “The Girl from Ipanema” by Stan Getz, Antonio Carlos Jobim and Astrud Gilberto.