The first thing you'll notice on your first full day in Rio are the birds and no, not that sort saucy! Magnificent frigatebirds elegantly circling on the thermals as you dip your big toe in the South Atlantic.

That's not SlyBob's opinion, it's just what they're called and unlike your Cornish seagull, these won't swoop down for your chips, which is just as well. Big as a heron, these things could have your arm off!

Black vultures will then peck out your dead eyes after you've bled out on the beach.

If you think that opening gambit's a bit grim, the tone of the Rough Guide™ to Brazil is just being emphasised where going just about anywhere in Rio will seemingly see you mugged or murdered to death.

Not mugged exactly, this dopey Englishman got himself conned in Copacabana, panhandled on the promenade. Some luminous, green fluid mysteriously appearing on the insole then... 'Senhor, I kleen shooz?'

Before you know it, your foot's on a box and those tatty old sandals are getting an unnecessary shampooing. This guy had more misdirection than Derren Brown and within a minute you're on first name terms and a tenner lighter.

It wasn't seen who did the squirting but you got Bob good there Rodrigo although one head-shaking local clearly didn't approve.

The hawking's non-stop and no, nobody wants a Bob Marley flag or an umbrella with that statue on it and, while we're here, this isn't a fairground so no, nobody wants a coconut, neither. A tip for before you fly out, pop down to your town centre and practice on some chuggers by telling them where to get off.

Copacabana, by the way, the only song with a cliffhanger in it? You have to sit through the disco-ey bit in the middle to find out 'just who shot who.'

Just the two full days here so what to do? Sugarloaf? That statue? Naturally not! Pretend it's a miserable bank holiday Monday and head for the nearest military fortification.

Fort Copacabana tells you pretty much what it is and pretty much where it is. Sat on a rocky bit of headland that separates Copacabana from Ipanema, most of it is out of bounds but the small military museum just about justifies the £1.25 entrance fee.

As does the conscripted youth at the gate who was doing very well in full uniform not to sway in what was knocking nearly 90°.

The guns date to 1914 although they've since been replaced, probably. Nearly 20 miles these things will fling a shell although it was back in 1922 when they last saw the front pages.

Armed revolutionaries seized the guns and turned them back on Rio in an attempt to convince the government that some forms of social reform might be a good idea.

One call to the Navy, a couple of warships and five salvos later, the tenentistas were forced to surrender. All of this within half an hour but more on that in a minute.

A glimpse of the Pavaozinho favela there, sprawling up the hill. If gawping at the poor is your thing, organised trips can be arranged although some forms of social reform might be a good idea.

The song theme continues with Ipanema and with the next beach along from it - Leblon. Wasn't that the  Human League? To get to Ipanema, head along Rua Francisco Otaviano where you'll find it more upmarket than Copacabana, which itself isn't that shabby.

Ipanema's shops are swankier, the bars are bigger and there's nobody squirting green detergent on European-looking sandals.

You can continue your walk to a walkable lagoon, which is where they did the rowing for the 2016 Olympics, before bringing yourself back by the beach.

Someone's made a bit of an effort in the small Parque Garota de Ipanema and yes, that'll be that girl from.

The park's just next to another rocky promontory and the favourite place of Rio resident Millôr Fernandes. An accomplished author, journalist, satirist, cartoonist, poet and playwright, Millôr died in 2012 and this place now takes his name.

One of SlyBob's favourites too, now, and a couple of paths will lift you high enough for a view where you can tip a poor lady who's had to lug her bottled-water coolers halfway up here for a living.

This looks to be a late-night haunt for local youth who are responsible, probably, for the rubbish and the graffitied cactus. Cactus Graffiti?

Now, doesn't that sound like an Eagles album that didn't get released?

Meanwhile back at the fort, there's some impressive street art on a wall that celebrates Brazil's not entirely successful hosting of the 2014 World Cup of Soccer.

David Luiz there channelling  Falcão from 1982 after Sideshow Bob scored a screamer in Brazil's 2-1 quarter-final win over Colombia but remember that earlier talk of surrendering within half an hour?

In the second example, Brazil were beaten 7-1 by eventual winners Germany in the semi-final and the artist hasn't exactly been kind to Mesut Özil (back right). That's probably because he tore the Brazilian defence a new one in that game although, to be fair Gary, he's no spray-can painting.