Monday, October 4, 2010

Brazil.






Brazil.

right now, i'm on a 7 hour flight to Brazil. instead of sleeping last night, i gave up my hour of z for a sip of the rooster Gallo and the spin cycle. it was worth it. thank you Guatemala City for giving me clean underpants.

Sao Paulo = Lost in Translation
We're now off the grid. Spanish is a second language here. English is further behind third. Portuguese sounds french with a few familiar spanish words. Everyone keeps poking me for attention, because i travel with important people, and they want a shot of a celebrity by one degree of separation. I deny all the requests with a loaded smile. To remedy a grueling work day, we got lost in the streets of Sao Paulo with the courage of a local beverage called Caprinia, and a full belly from a Churrascaria. I ate a chicken heart. it tasted like a mushroom. We were told to avoid Taxi's because they aren't metered and frequent kidnapping's occur. Through a maze of dark streets, we found some good Sao Paulo culture. Joakini's Bakina burger. One of the better burgers in the world with a side of herb mayo and Brahama Black.

3 Hours later we were on a bus driving across Brazil, crossing randomly placed plantain orchards and ancient ruins. Ribeirao Preto and Goiania were a blur. Just a big mess of communication scrabble and culture shock.

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