Saturday nights remind me of the thing I hate most about Brazil. Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays are rubbish collection days so that’s when I have to fill a bag of used toilet paper and take it out to the street.

That’s right. Used toilet paper. The problem being that Brazilian toilets, unlike their users, are so temperamental that even the sniff of a piece of toilet paper will lead to them refusing to accept anything at all and that’s not a situation anyone wants to find themselves.

So tonight was the night I find myself cursing the land of sun and samba on the way to the front gate to drop off my sack of soiled tissue. But there is one resident of Sao Paulo who, if she could, would jump at the opportunity to carry a bag of poo stained paper anywhere and that’s Eliana Zagui.

For the last…