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Feb 072008
 

Just a brief little thing I forgot to mention:

During our first sunny day in Rio, Peder, Dave and I found ourselves sipping coconut milk at a little kiosk by Ipanema Beach. The coasts of Rio are lined with such kiosks, selling beer, caipirinas, and coconuts.

After not long, an absolutely stunningly beautiful Brazilian woman came up and said “Hi, where are you from?”

She turned out to be a reporter for a Sao Paolo news channel who wanted a brief interview. I spoke on camera for a few minutes, snapped a photo or two, and we said goodbye.

A few minutes later the street vendors started coming by to pawn their wares. Continue reading »

Feb 072008
 

Oh my god.

Carnaval could be is one of the most incredible things I’ve experienced in my entire life. The last night out in Salvador without a doubt ranks in my top three greatest nights ever, along with my first weekend in Suma and one particular night in Tokyo during New Years 2007.

I’ve now slept somewhere around four hours over the last five days. I have no voice at all. I’m living on Red Bull. There are bruises and cuts and scratches all over my body. The soles of my feet are so sore I can barely stand on them. Soon I’ll probably collapse. But no matter how sick I get, it will have been worth it.

Carnaval. Wow.

It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it.
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Feb 032008
 

Sorry for the deteriorating/poor quality of my writing. I’m emberassed. But traveling with two companions and constantly staying out until morning is making it very difficult to keep up with these posts, and I know I can’t allow myself to fall more than a day behind or else I’ll never manage to catch up. So typically I’ve been writing about 5 minutes at a time, pulling out my phone while I wait during each shower or email-check. Zero time for proofreading. I guess now you can see how much time I put into my normal posts – because the first draft generally reads a lot more like these πŸ˜‰


When I woke up in the apartment of a random British expat I’d met at the club in downtown, Rio, I had no idea what part of town I was in. I proceeded outside and asked a passer-by for the time. 7am. No way could I be bothered trying to bus home as tired as I was, so I jumped in a cab and gave him Silvia’s nearest intersection. He drove me about two blocks before letting me out and requesting 5 reais with an amused little smirk.

At least he was honest, because he probably could’ve driven me halfway around the city without my noticing πŸ˜›
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Feb 032008
 

Thursday night was our first real night out.

With a small bit of Peder-style sweet talking, he managed to convince Silvia to free me of my promise that I wouldn’t return with him to his hostel, so we walked over to his little favela and inside. I was shocked to find that the hostel felt just like an ancient European castle, dΓ©cor and all. Pretty strange considering the shanty little stalls selling pirated DVD’s and marijuana right next door.

After waiting the requisite hour for him to get ready (:P), the three of us headed out with Christian, an Argentinian friend he’d made in the common room. First stop was a small local bar where we toasted and shared a beer with some toothless old Brazilians. Perhaps I should be more careful and suspicious when going out in the city at night; Silvia thinks I’m absolutely crazy to be walking on the streets when I’m so obviously a tourist; but after all, you only live once. Continue reading »

Feb 022008
 

The service in restaurants here is outstanding. The other day David and I went out for Pizza, and the instant we’d finish a slice the waiter would run over to place a new one in front of us. This type of service seems to be totally normal; they cut your steak for you and always keep your glass topped off.

But somehow anything that requires you to wait in line is LUDICROUSLY slow. I felt like I was going to explode the other day at a supermarket called Mundial, watching the checkout clerks scan a single item, yawn, scratch their arm, scan another item, say something to the next clerk, scan another item, stare blankly into space… Even something as simple as picking up a bottle of tylenol at the drug store will be an hour-long ordeal if there’s a single person in front of you. Very frustrating. Kind of reminds me of the Rite Aid near my gym in Encino πŸ™‚
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