Florianopolis, Brazil, June 16, 2004
The series "the best waves in the world of a non-surfer", here in Florianapolis, Praia Joaquina, one of the best spots for surfing in Brazil.
It 'makes a great winter and not hot, but I could not resist and I rented a board and wetsuit for the surfer try his luck again.
I only have two days and the first he's' gone surfaggio heroic attempts but finished with a sad start to cramp in his right calf.
To raise the moral of the training games I got with the Australian football found in the hostel in which we decided to move to the beach.
Oh yeah, 'cause in Brazil, unlike Chile and Peru', and always finish strong at the beach.
Today I expect another day of pseudo-surfing, I'll be able 'to get up?
St. Paul, October 28, 2003
Ok, BA (Buenos Aires, as Bkk and 'Bangkok) I have been a good boy and I worked a lot. Wake up in the morning (but 'always be my biological clock "m'arzo quanno me awake"), Coffee' to turkish-polish (do not travel with Mocha, please!), Cyber cafe ', jump to a restaurant where for 5 / 8 pesos (1.5 - 2.5 Euro) dined executives, jump in the gym (just to stay in shape), the second jump to cyberspace, cultural evening.
Three days in a row at the cinema (1.5 million), a musical comedy (8 euros), a cabaret (10 euros in the front row), etc. .. etc. ..
and. as big as usual, all wrong: I never saw a tango show!
As usual, tomorrow, tomorrow and in the end I returned to Brazil and there are no more 'gone.
However, today I confirm that Buenos Aires is worth going there: make life rich and educated, get a nice apartment in the center, eating in a restaurant steaks 3 kg daily, go to the theater / opera / cabaret / dance / tango every day and you'll come home happy and contented.
I do not know if the movie ended so ', but in the book of Hannibal, he and the girl at the end of the FBI took refuge in Buenos Aires to do just this life. Ok, that was before the devaluation prices multiplied by 3, but had no problems connecting Lecter of money like me.
It seems to be in Paris, Rome or Madrid Martellago without the stress of the euro heavy. In short, a dream that will not last 'a lot, I think.
Oh .. if you still want to go to Jesolo and give him $ 1000 for a week and 10 euros for a flat pizza fairies ... well, heh heh!
Riddle: who 'went to Buenos Aires to seek work in the worst moment in the history of Argentina, and rob banks and stowage compartments, sbittecavano butchers, bakers spanificavano and people were desperate and asked him "hay trabajo" (c 'and' work?) and if not laughed in his face and 'why' the weeping in the face and the weight was still at par with the dollar (and now '3 pesos to a dollar) and within a month has finished and money and 'go home? Of course, and 'him paolotripmaitrop.com !
A little 'after his trip to devalue the peso, and he could live cheaply and well and maybe even find a job.
When you say the right place at the right time.
Foz de Iguacu, Brazil October 12, 2003
My last hours in Brazil. In a coffee 'bus station waiting for the bus Foz Iguacu course late, while television has a ruthlessly put some evangelical church (or perhaps Catholic) where devotees sing out of tune. But as we ended up on TV? Then looking back I realize that is not 'out of tune is rare that a Brazilian singer erga to the masses and that took so much love for the music so' inherent in its people, not being aware of its limitations. If you love the music parts, it is not known.
Three months. It had to be one, but I have technical problems 'retrasado'. It is not 'a bad thing really that' great.
The big question though, such as Asia, South America I would be inserted into the skin has no answer for now, but if I badgered I would say yes. At least in Brazil.
Reasons different from those in Asia, but in one way or another, and 'able to penetrate the defenses (love and' pain) and I, and 'entered into. In practical and down to earth: I will come back (at least I hope).
There would be a lot of things to say but am starting 'to get worried that the bus arrives late and early on I let down'. Also on TV right now and it 'made a lady does not sing better than the last, and between a "mercy de Deus", "Jesus loves you" and platitudes' like that (as it is' that the writers of religious music can not get some 'imaginative?), and I' already 'milk came to the Pentium 4 (yes, I have a Pentium 4 heh heh).
As Irene says my censors, and 'a month since I write and then do a little' in the news.
After the successful flight from Recife to Natal I went, or rather, in Porto de Galinhas where they escaped from the Internet to 15 real-time. I arrived in Maceio ', where after a free night at Hotel Ibis (cold water and I was required under the contract will-solve-the-problem-in-15-minutes-or-not-pay ) I went to Salvador.
In Salvador, Bahia, I placed in an apartment in Farrol-by-bar, near the sea with air conditioning, two TV and hammock to 50 reais (about 15 euros per night).
After a few days and 'Paul arrived, the parasite of the holidays, that instead of doing like everyone else and buy a package or go to Sharm el Sheik in Jesolo, I always reach every asshole in the world I figs.
So I do all the work of technical and social, and he comes and has fun.
But I'm good, too good and he knows it and takes advantage.
However Salvador and 'famous for being the city' that never stops and a bit 'of nightlife and is' seen to Pelourinho, but nothing shocking. Among other things, they 'if you close some nice local girl, and you probably do not know that' your eyes safe and friendly that attracts your muscles and even the gym during the winter. In short, we understood each other.
And 'since I set foot in Brazil that the local TV and continue to assure me that before the end of the trip I will be' robbed or killed by some "vagabundo" (Brazilian beautiful expression in describing the criminals, so associating 'not having a place fixed, like me, to the crime. Simpatico).
And finally something 'happened and thankfully not to me. In two words: evening at the Pelourinho where Paul drinks a capirinha him too and we read in his face, an almost-not-re-approaches the prostitute * (previously rejected) and he starts talking and maybe a quick hand of a accomplice to the parade-30 Real artistically from his pocket and disappears into the darkness' Bahian and oblivion of the night. Fortunately, Uncle Luke had told him: Do not go out with the wallet. Damage limited and prophecy almost came true.
How 'that nothing ever happens to me? It 'the God of travelers, perhaps. Amen.
* Perfect for the Italians who then come home and say "ehh .. a nice piece of girl, and then it was not a prostitute, no, you know he studied and occasionally went with some stranger, and mica with everyone, just those cute and that he likes. " (Sigh!)
(Now I'm on the bus in Paraguay and we are heading at high speed 'to the capital by that much ... do not know which is called Asuncion.)
Continuing ... we went to El Salvador to Itacare '. Why '? Dunno, we had to go to Rio and asked what was so good to Itacare road and told us'.
In short, we get to 'I'm very touristic place, we place it in a pousada to 35 real (6 euros per person) with a terrific breakfast and go to visit the various beaches and bays.
Saturday night we go out there that 'the festival of the country and in his hand begins with the capirinha that feeling of we-do-it-here?
ACRI seemed a party with lots of boys and girls dancing (but here in 9 years you move as if they were dancing in a lap dance) and parents around to ruin the cap (Rinho, Rosko) different.
The 21-year old Portuguese rider that we had remedied coach was gone, Saving Silverman for sex in search of a victim foaming at the mouth.
Flashback: think before you go out there comes into the room and begins to draw up a complicated plan of attack for the evening:
"So now we're going to buy Casaca, file, ice and sugar to make capirinha and bring them into my pousada, so then if we know we have 3 girls an excuse to bring them. Then we go out but if one knows three girls entered the right of first refusal and we can 'try one while waiting for the other two. If the first does not fit ', can' try the other and expect the other two, except the first. If there is not even the second ', while the first two are free to attack the other and the first test with the third. "
I look at him and ask him if you need a blackboard and chalk to indicate the positions of the artillery. Serious answers no and that everything should be clear.
I ask Paul if by chance they met three girls, and I said no, but it probably all stems from the fact that the Portu has met a girl and that Paul, in passing, and said 'so cute and he' felt insecure and is trying to contain the potential damage.
In short, the plan of attack, the Portu was the one who knew the three and the two that we have to wait. It seemed too complicated to be merely theoretical and not based booby prior knowledge of the enemy.
I tell him my plan and 'go out a little' and drink one or two capirinha not ready for a battle and if you relax and 'better' cause you could see in his face that he wants to fuck.
- "OK, OK, but go and buy the bottle"
Reluctant to follow him and do the real spending of 8 (2.5 million) and he obviously "I'll give the money 'after'.
End of flashback.
In short, we are there, and the Portu 'disappeared and we look at the concert. Appear that the girls had met the night before and we chat.
Then, suddenly, there are three angels.
The feeling and 'so' clear that I have no words to express it. That is to say, 'seemed just landed from the shuttle coming from another galaxy' cause had nothing to do with the people around. Two are twins, the other is not (mmm that phrase shabby).
I pull out the remote control and click the "attack", Paul receives the signal and does its job bringing them closer as a subaltern in his typical dance-suspect (it seems so innocent and gay) and from there 'Our new friendship is born.
The next two days are so cheered by the presence of the three angels, funny, beautiful and non-freeloader (which is rare and valuable from 'ste shares).
Epilogue: Portuguese we later found at 4 am, all alone, defeated in a battle without heroes. We then mercifully invited to join us but his veiled non-animal approaches (after 5 minutes it was already 'attack) have been rejected by girls. Among other reasons, one allows us to close a glorious history in reporting the words of Daiane: "He whose breath stinks."
God exists 'and it' right.
Then the sad day arrives: Paul must leave and go to Rio to take the plane. Since I am a true friend and I had promised to accompany him to Rio and he is also the last day of evil (the two capirinha the first 3 days?) After falling in the bathroom (like the Pope,) and have beaten the skull ( but the Pope was more 'quick), I say:
- "Dear Paul, I promised to accompany me to Rio and although my heart bleeds to leave these cute girls with whom I am so well, I decided that I go to Rio, but maybe in the future and it 'is time that at your age 'you learn to fend for yourself and go to Rio and maybe even bring me a surfboard at home. "
I uploaded the short half dying on a bus to Rio and I told the engineer (driver):
- "If you do let me know race 'instructions for the surfboard."
And that 'what I know about him, I hope he's alive and in office.
The surfboard for the record, and 'stop at the Rio airport luggage and we will remain' forever. If someone wants to write me, and 'free.
At this point, I missed a few days before the visa expires in 3 months and decided to pass them to Ilheus in the company of girls who meanwhile had returned home, just to Ilheus.
We wanted to, because 'never in this journey I entered the Brazilian real in a way so' deep as to Ilheus.
Through the girls, I met Roque gay hairdresser, Annette layabouts swindler, and the baker Janette look-off and a countless number of characters, one by one, participating in their way of existence, living and intimate, where you can not to walk two hundred feet without stopping to chat at least five times, which honestly seems to be the main occupation of most of the locals.
Even more 'Brazilian way of the house of Alexandra, which led me to meet her family and her two children, where the mother has a restaurant "Caseiro comida" (food at home).
I remember that street flooded by the sun of late when all the five colors are more 'alive and exciting, with people sitting at tables, some walking, others who work, all in a no-e'-you-go- puo'-good-but-worse-for-get-laid-relaxation.
I close with a pitiful scene: I am in the streets around the port of Ilheus to the circus three children (the mothers while they are at home). On the way back I put one on my back. He was pissed.
