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Brasil the third..... and Out.

But where to next?

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Pipa had pretty much all of the things 2 blokes required. Caipifrutas, wonderful beaches and a little bit of sporting activity on the beach....


Supposed to be a video of Pablo (our teacher) doing his thing but couldn't work out how to upload it again. Awfully sorry. He really was rather good and although Steph and I managed to get the correct hand gestures to indicate to other surfer dudes that we were indeed extreme the only really extreme thing we managed was to drink extreme amounts of seawater while being dragged through the water at low speeds. I am buying a kite in any case. Should have some time to practise in the coming months... fingers crossed.

Pablo himself was very cool. Argentino by origin he used to run a laundry business for hotels in Buenos Aires. Did so for 20 years. Stress of work and the big city led to heart problems and eventually his doctor wanted to put him onto tablets to reduce his blood pressure. He would have had to take them for the rest of his life. He spoke with the kids and the wife and they sold the business, moved to Brasil and he never took a single pill. Health is now fine and when you ask him how life is... he tells you to take a look at the garden his kids have to play in.


Makes you feel kind of warm inside. Well it should anyway.

Back to the chronologically incorrect (and somewhat delayed) series of events that took place. No embellishment here. Just the facts. Probably.

Carnavale in Rio and Bahia are multi-million attendance events and super fun by all accounts but Steph and I were looking for something a little more chilled. The celebration in Pipa is 1 day not 5 but the local tradition is for the blokes to get dressed up in drag. We were not local so we grabbed a beer and hung around.


Steph and I (pretty much carrying the banner for Gringo attendance) got into the spirit of things. This fella had gone to a lot of effort to entertain.


Tough to tell if the tits were false or not. Ask Steph I suppose. The effort made was not only in the way he dresses. He had actually had some business cards printed up.


If anyone knows what a bent coconut tree is could they possibly keep it to themselves. Even at 34 I'm not sure I am ready for that kind of information. Any Argentinians out there who wish to take advantage of the discount should call the number on the card.

So we had fun. Decided that we should chill out for a few days and have a look around the area.


This seems to be the local approach to getting some volume out of your car stereo. Steph tried the same but not sure its going to have the same sound quality.


Also slid down some sand dunes....video was most extreme. not working so make do with a picture.


Which makes it look a bit crap. Your choice to believe me or not.

And after all of that excitment Steph and I decided that we should probably make sure our health was still ok. Worked out pretty cheap (and highly convenient to get a check up).


Both normal so another beer to celebrate. Strange idea, not sure it will catch on in the UK. Not sure its really that popular in Brasil.

Which kind of brings me (in suprisingly good health according to the random woman dressed as a nurse in the pub) to the end of my six weeks in Brasil. Overall it has a lot of amazing beaches populated by a mix of both beauties and beasts. The vast majority of the population seem to be big fans of booze at any and all times of the day. Most of them are Christian but at the same time they are all a bit of something else too and that seems to work just fine. There was not one moment in the entire 6 weeks when I saw or felt any aggression toward me or indeed toward anyone else in the vicinity. I suppose that all countries are dangerous and you get lucky or not when you travel around them but I liked the place. My original travel plans skipped Brasil in favour of places I had not been before but 6 weeks ended up being too short. The culture revolves around the beach, cocktails on the beach, fat or muscly men in speedos, bikinis as far as the eye can see, surfers, show offs and all of it wrapped up in a little ball and a yellow shirt. The "other" religion in Brasil and this one everyone agrees on. They dance at will, party until the sun comes up and eat like kings once they eventually get up the next day. Gay men walk the street with no fear of persecution - highly unusual in South America. Kids practise martial arts on the beach from the age of 3. In between surfing sessions of course. Language, as always, is an issue but with happy people with some time to kill it nevers seems insurmountable. Especially when you are talking to a taxi driver about footy...

As such, obrigado Brasil. I still think speedos are hilarious but the rest of the country is outstanding.


So for me, and for Steph, Ciao and hopefully we will be back. Best vibes.


Where next? Will have to check which way the wind is blowing. Will let you know when I get my feet into the next destination. The suspense is tangible. Deep breath. See you in while.


p.s. The best vibes quote is from a kitesurf school we contacted. Written at the bottom of all their emails. We elected to go with Pablo as he was the only bloke available at short notice and he smiled like the sun shines and was highly unlikely to have ever uttered "best vibes" to anyone previously. Probably the most important lesson I have learned in 5 months. Forget the sales pitch, the flashy website, the package and the extras, bet on the people. Much better chance of success. Far fewer twats.

p.p.s. caipifruta instructions. Take handful of fruit of your choice (grapes, kiwis, pineapple, strawberries are all good) crush into some recepticle of your choice with 3 level tablespoons of sugar and smash into pulp. Add 4cl of vodka or cachaca (saki also an option). Add to crushed ice (lots) and shake violently for 30 seconds. Sit back, relax and imagine you are on a beach that (almost) never ends. Welcome to Brasil.

Posted by lidster 05:12 Archived in Brazil Comments (1)

Brasil II

More beach stuff.

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Well you may (or more likely not) wonder where I have been for the last few weeks. Been almost a month since the last one and I have to admit that I am a little bit behind. Been having some trouble getting online and getting photos etc uploaded. Got some crackers though so this blog (when completed) and the next should be worth checking out... probably.

Anyway.... Sloth like the 3 of us stayed in Ilha Grande for 4 days. It rained for 3 straight so we felt for Coralie but she seemed to bear up very well by sleeping almost as much as Stephane and myself. Eating here and there and having the occasional Skol to keep up our spirits. beautiful Ilha Grande is but there is not a lot to do when it rains. So 3 days relaxing and back to Rio. Night out to send Coralie back to sub-zero Ginebra well hydrated, as such ciao and obrigado chica....


Fat Boy Slim is neither Fat nor a Boy but he certainly is a damned fine DJ. most entertaining. I am getting ahead of myself a litt. We waved off Coralie on the Saturday and went to the Maracana to wath Fluminese and Maceo play.


General tales of mass riots and gunshots not associated with the newcomers to the league but there was a bit of jumping around and a lot of informative pointers as how to swear in Portuguese. Steph and I were both semi-fluent by the end of the game and should someone steal another pair of Steph´s flip flops we will certainly be able to harang them as they run off with their spoils. More to follow on that but he does go through them as if they are disposable items. I supppose the Bar and restaurant must be going well.

We turned up at the airport on the Sunday and wanted to go north. Not 100% sure where exactly so we managed to get to Recife. not a good town so we went to Olinda. Described in the books as cute and colonial. Not on a Sunday in January its not. We turned up late afternoon. Cab driver stunk of Cachaca. Streets were full of heavily drunk locals not wearing a lot and said drunken taxi driver decided that the most direct route to the pousada was the best and drove through the throng in the thongs. Needed a drink after that and Steph and I sallied forth to investigate the pre-carnavale celebrations. As is often the case we ended up talking to some locals - friendly as always. All was going fairly well even though we spoke no common language but hand gestures and nods and winks will get you a long way. Almost got us into a gang bang with some local freaks back at their pousada as it turned out.

They repeatedly mentioned that they had a swimming pool and some beer back at their place and that we should come along to enjoy their hospitality. We politely refused as we were fine where we were. Also they were a rather strange bunch and some latent self survival instinct meant that neither Steph nor I were too comfortable going back for a swift one. At the 15th refusal of their kind offer one of the lads made a hand gesture which you can probably imagine indicating that we were most welcome to have sex with the young lady accompanying him on his evening out. he even showed me an ID and told me that I was more than welcome to shag her as she was not his wife just his girlfriend and to prove this he showed me the ring on his finger and a nice photo of his wife he carried in his wallet. At this point the hand gestures became increasingly graphic and he became irate and started waving his car keys at us. One of the girls he was with (who looked like something out of Michael Jackon´s Thriller) got some German bloke who spoke English and Portuguese to translate exactly what was being offered. He did so. We had a Caipi and went home. Strange evening all round. Lucky escape as far as we were concerned. Friendly can sometimes go too far.

A good shower in the morning and it took us no time at all to decide that Olinda was not really our scene. As such we got a cab to Porto da Gallhinas (at this point I struggle as I have some issue with remembering names of places - even more pronouncing them as it turns out) and stayed on a deserted beach called Maracaipe. very nice but a bit family orientated. Steph lost another pair of flip flops (pair 3) and we ended up in a nightclub (if you could call it that) where the blokes were doing this.

you will have to wait for the vid until the technology catches up.....

Everyone says that the locals are fine dancers but I think they should stick to Samba rather than co-ordinated shuffling about at 4 am. Most undignified. Good news is that Dance music and hip-hop (hippy hoppy as called locally) makes people dance like idiots in brasil too. Cheered me up. Beaches lovely.


Anyone sick of beaches yet?? I´m not so I shall continue. Hand gesture was ironic by the way.

Heading onward we moved to Praia da Pipa. Short trip and a very cool place. Lots of stuff to do in the day and the evening. Beach shot for you. Highly informative this one...


Buggies are the way to get round. Dunes go for miles and miles, well north as far as you could hope. Video of that too. Which you also have to wait for. Disappointing I know but keep up your spirits it could be worse.

If the buggy is not your thing then you could go for a motorbike. Just in case you wondered what the local recommendations on safety considerations while driving your harley please take a look at the following.


At least head injuries will be avoided.

Well I have no time and I am still about 2 weeks behind. Learning to kite surf currently so that will keep me busy for a few days. As such you´ll have to be getting along with this so far but I do have a cracking shot of Steph with a transvestite and her/his calling card. Next time I am afraid. This one is dedicated to Coralie and Steph. Pleasure to travel with - should you ever get the chance.

Well. Hope all is going swimmingly. Miss you all, although slightly less as I am being dragged through the sea swallowing gutfuls of water.

Be good. Happy valentines to those of you paired up. Sad losers who no one likes are unlikely to read the blog anyway but good luck to them too.

See you around.


p.s. no speedos or tattoos yet. will let you know as soon as either situation changes.

Posted by lidster 13:44 Archived in Brazil Comments (1)


Sea, sun, samba and sandunes... oh, and silicon.

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Oi from Brasil. Apologies for the delay. Been a tad busy getting the beach look going - clearly working on the tan first. Apparently Brasil is the sexiest place on earth. Also the land of sun. Not sure about the first, most diverse would certainly have a good shout. Every shade from deepest mahogany to ginger stepchild are available and all are equally Brasilian. First place I have been where I could be local. Until I open my mouth that is.

Hit Buzios as the name of the place was cool. Nice with cool beaches, swanky shops and a plethora of restaurants etc but damn this place is expensive. I had heard tale but most of lifes necessities are about as much as you would pay in Geneva - and that is not a cheap place to spend a few days. Even if you only had to buy new speedos each season.

Have made a few early observations though. Beach wear is more of a waft in the general direction of clothing rather than a commitment to cover. If you´ve got it then flaunt it. If you used to have it but do not anymore then flaunt it anyway. If you never had it nor would have even recognised what it was had you actually been aware there was an ¨ít¨ out there somewhere - then flaunt something, anything. General flaunting of everything at all times seems to be one of the few irrefutable pieces of style advice you need in Brasil. And well done to them. To my own tastes the speedo that actually manages to clearly identify each of the 3 component parts of a man´s genitalia are somewhat too tight. Their call though. Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder but sexy seems to remain the property of the large ladies on Copacabana who could not give a monkey´s what anyonere else thinks. Good on em.

Recently joining the travels are Stephane and Coralie. Welcome to Brasil.


Arty I know but we are having a photo competition. Good stuff so far. Results to follow in a few weeks. Using my camera so I should be ok.

Copacabana is the beach in the city. Its actually quite nice. Pretty clean and lots of locals swimming and hanging out. A thought ocurred to me as I wandered along it. If evolution had not given us the mammary gland and the shapely flesh surround ideally suited for comfortable milk dispensation to fresh born children then it would have only been a matter of time before the Brasilians had got round to the idea of enormous tits. It seems that there are few things created by nature that humankind does not see the opportunity to improve - in this case enhance is more appropriate - but bloody hell. Crikey. Gosh. Wowzer. Everywhere. And not really very attractive. Then again I suppose if you only wear swimsuits most of the day the relatively rich have to distinguish themselves somehow. It would appear that a nip a tuck and the occasional inflation is how....

And no boys (Dad) - I did not take any photos.

Took a tram in Rio up to Santa Theresa. Lot of fun. Its free if you hang off the side. Gringo´s like us pay and then hang off the side anyway. Cool views of the City.


And we survived. Rio was only really a place to meet up so we headed south to Paraty. Parachy if you want to actually get there. Very cute, lots of little shops and although the beaches close to town are shitty if you take a boat there are some cool places around. The town itself is mostly pedestrian with no building allowed and some sort of world heritage protection thingy. Which is very good.


We took a boat for a day and also were advised to head to the local waterfalls. Only really used by locals for the most part. The kids, as per usual, are completely nuts. The following is a huge slippery rock with a small pool at the bottom.

Lunacy to my mind but they seemed to be doing it for quite a while and no-one got hurt. All fun and games etc. People also tell me that the main attraction of coming here is also the dancing. Stephane and myself were both clearly born to be highly powerful and flexible athletes with an excess of funk in our souls but I´m not sure we are staying long enough to get up to this level.

Kind of dark but believe me it was amazing. Main difference from Europe is that no-one appeared to be collecting cash afterwards. Looks like they actually do it just because they like it. Crazy really.

We also went to Trinidade (gy ending) as the nicest beach around abouts. Very nice too. Wedged in a bay with the tropical rain forest overflowing onto the beautiful white sand.


Good time to mention that Brasil has over 7,000 KM of coastline. They would be pretty pissed if it was all mud and stones I suppose but people seem to think its all a bit like this everywhere. Which is super.

We left Paraty relaxed but excited as we had heard of a place called Ilha Grande. No-one knows where the name comes from but it is rumoured to be not related to the fact that it is an Island nor that it is big. More than that I cannot say. We heard that this was a little chunk of paradise. Not sure they eat as much fried food in Paradise as they do here but apart from that the hype was pretty much true. No cars on the island. Largest town has 3,000 inhabitants and there are 30 or so beaches spread about the island accesible only by foot or by boat - although in hindsight that is how most beaches globally are reached but hopefully you get the idea. There are no car-parks next to beaches here and some you have to walk for 3 hours in stifling heat and unbearable humidity - which makes it good news that the beaches look like this.....


Although as you can see the locals posing for photos does ruin it a little for the tourists.

Paradise found. Staying here for another 4 or 5 days. Planning on reading my book, laying on beaches and generally relaxing. As such there should be another blog toward the end of the month. Heading to Rio to see Fat boy slim on the 26th and then North for some extreme sports. Buggie riding, sand surfing, swimming in shark infested waters. Cool.

Hope the NY resolutions are going well. Take care. Backflips a go-go.


Don´t try that at home. I gave myself a nasty whack in the family jewels on landing.


ps. more photos here.
should work. let me know if not. cheers.

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