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Wednesday, 12/19/2007
Actually, it hardly worth the day as part of my trip to Rio here because my parents Karina's late evening at Rodoviária I know now almost like my hand, brought and I just before midnight - went on the bus - without accompaniment. But this was more of the relaxed part of my day and this is also the reason why this 19.12. is listed.
fact I spent most of the day so in the pouring rain by Jundiaí (Read: Schundschia-ih), mistaken for a city between Campinas and São Paulo, in search of the local town hall. There, I had in fact make the Secretaria de Agricultura e Abastecimento with four people, one of them agreed by the Secretaria yourself to interviews with them for my little internship project.
That was one thing that was new to me. I mean, I'm gone a few times now and I've sometimes even just to say, without the help of Brazilian friends, found her way (see Florianópolis), but so far it has always been such that I did not have to arrive at a particular time. Coming to Jundiaí
was no problem. There are all 15 minutes from the Rodoviária in Campinas in a bus for which you can buy the ticket directly before departure (for longer trips you should always get the ticket some days before) and how do I get to Rodoviária by public transport, I had yes already learned (see also Florianópolis). But here we see that it even has the odd advantage that there are no trains, even if it is generally better if there were trains and the like: In a bus much less fit than people on a train and therefore must there will be a much higher number of trips to demand for the products. So if you missed a local bus, not really bad, the next moves so soon afterwards.
Well, after I came so easily Jundiaí. But by the Rodoviária in Jundiaí come to city hall ... It was good that I had made a timely way to Jundiaí, because after my arrival in Jundiaí passed almost 2 hours before I arrived at the town hall. 2 hours, during which I drove by I think I quite Jundiaí, from one (change) other terminal, the instructions of the many people I had asked for information and assistance to the following. And as I said: It poured down with rain all the time ... Well, I at least had time many impressions on the public to provide transportation system of Jundiaí. And I was really impressed! Jundiaí seems to have money: The Rodoviária is brand new, built in a modern style and therefore resembles a UFO (by comparison, should the Rodoviária of Campinas times be a hospital, but was just a bus station and from the outside looks like a long time ago abandoned construction site ... (Inside all this looks already quite different.)) and the bus terminal and all city buses made a super-new impression (but ne stops announcement also had these new buses do not ... Is also a bit difficult when the bus stops And besides, no names. What a Stop Announcements Either you know? get off where you have to stop or just ask the guy who cash in on the fare there).
Anyway, I came a little late and very wet in the City Hall (Prefeitura) or in said Secretaria, where I kind of Lorival, who works in the Secretaria, one of the to interviewing people was next to one of the most likeable person is that I have ever known, was being received. From my four interviews had been now two - two of the four people, even those with whom I wanted to speak most, had now been signed out. And while I'm still waiting for that my second interview of remaining partner arrived, the officers were talking the other the Secretaria with me and told me of their German ancestors, or the cousin who has lived eight years in Germany, or from someone who knows someone who has even German chocolate, etc. Somehow eaten here quite a few people at least have some connection to Germany.
Well, someday I interviewed were then completely so that I could do my interviews and two interviews also are still much better than none. For the return trip, it was still raining threads, I organized Lorival (pronounced way: Loriwau) also be a vehicle of the Prefeitura including drivers and attendants, which brought me to Rodoviária. I found very nice! And from the Rodoviária was also everything from simple ...
Some hours later I sat, as mentioned earlier, even back in the bus and was looking forward to Rio.
Thursday, 20/12/2007:
As the bus in the morning the last kilometers to Rodoviária on the highway through the not so charming areas of Rio rolled, the sky was gray and it was cold. I had not seen until now Rio. And the gray clouds that were not quite as charming areas that cause every time a mixture of fascination, curiosity, disbelief, and an unpleasant twinge of pity and bad conscience in me, still seem a bit pathetic and fascinating. When
Get off the bus in the Rodoviária I was literally at least a little warmer heart, for the sky was still gray, but it was only cold on the bus through the air conditioning. After I had the only 150 m convinced long way to the bus terminal a taxi driver from the fact that I, though I'm blonde and I speak with accent that know how to use a bus, also know which bus to take to arrive must to where I was going, and therefore did not need a taxi, I jumped one of the two already waiting buses with "Copacabana" and was a three-quarters of an hour later without me having to ask once for directions or stop by my Target (I am really, for my knowledge of the locality, almost a Carioca * rofl *), the "Oceano Copacabana Hotel, a hotel around the corner into a side street of Avenida Atlântica, the road that runs along the beach of Copacabana . I reported at the hotel at the reception, took the elevator to the 14th Stick and after I had knocked on one of the doors opened, this also the same and stood before me in a towel wrapped my mother.
This was a good week before and had arrived in Brazil along with a small tour group now already Salvador da Bahia, Iguassu Falls from both the Brazilian, and the Argentinian side and that the main attractions Rios. And now we wanted to spend eight days together in Brazil, 4 days in Rio and 4 days in Campinas.
Somehow you could tell they have not, that we are four months long, not seen, nor had spoken (our communication was only through email). I just had to speak in the first 5 minutes, a little German ...
problems over breakfast at the hotel we got to know promptly nor a German, Heiner, around 60 years old from near Hamburg, who actually visited a friend in a small town in the state of São Paulo was where it was there but too boring and therefore had come for a few days after Rio. We schnackt a bit and agreed to meet to go eat in the evening together.
Anyway, after breakfast, my mother and I then went to the beach of Copacabana. Although it was so warm that one could easily venture out in shorts and T-shirt from the house, but so great it is now again not lie down with thick clouds over the head to the beach. So we did just a beach walk, Copacabana along a piece of the city and through the Parque da Garota de Ipanema (Park of the girl from Ipanema from the very famous bossa nova song that has Frank Sinatra sung in English) to the Praia de Ipanema, a trip to Arpoador, a very large walk-rock at the very beginning Praia de Ipanema, and then go along the beach of Ipanema, Leblon direction.
My mother on the Arpoador, in the background Praia de Ipanema, and even further behind in the Praia de Ipanema
Somehow I felt now for the first time here in Brazil as a tourist, so German spoken continuously around and through the double blonde hair, more or less blue eyes and light skin as well as by the strange language the attention of people pulling on us. And I liked that feeling ... I do not prefer to be among Brazilians and there more or less the same as a normal person and not as a mindless ne money crapping special treatment to be ... But what is you do? After all, we were tourists in Rio.
some point could keep the thick gray clouds, not their water and it started to rain ... But that was before the time a coffee drink what we as a bit of doing further into town (This is incidentally one of the nice things about Rio: When the beach runs along you get anything from town, if you take from the many concrete blocks in the optical system apart, but somehow have their own charm. But if you still would enjoy the challenge of the city, leaving just the beach and has then again all that has a very large city.). But, after the most expensive coffee I had ever tasted in Brazil, drunk had, the rain had stopped ... re still not going to the beach, was therefore not possible. So we continued our walk just under the protection of the umbrella, which I had taken the presence of mind to continue in the same town, came from Ipanema and Leblon to when we were there almost reached the end, we took on a parallel road back. As the rain grew stronger, and we looked for a dry place to us a building that says "Leblon Shopping" was just right. We entered and were from, what we found in there very impressed: The shopping center was on the inside much, much larger than you would imagine from the outside would, and so chic that it would find little competition in Europe. had admired it lasted quite a while to explore the entire shopping center and the elaborate Christmas decorations and the cute Santa and the beautiful Christmas elves, with whom one would have to be photographed for a fee.
My mother at Pão de Queijo (cheese bread, "I'm addicted to it!) Find in Shopping Leblon
And two snapshots in the Shopping Leblon. However, it is like almost always in the photo's is just over half as great as in reality ... 
Later, the rain had stopped as well as; then we sat on our way back, from time to time prior to the constantly varying in intensity rain continued protection in one of the many shopping malls and small shopping center looking for.
My mother with a Santa Claus in front of a Itaú Bank, which is decorated as elaborately Christmas was like the Itaú bank in São Paulo (see related entry)
We cheerfully ran in German of course, entertaining on and on. When we arrived at the place where made our otherwise straight road running through a curve going around the district of Ipanema in the Copacabana district to provide us overtook a young black man with dreadlocks, iPod and nice body, which was quite a while running after us. After he had completed his passing maneuver, he slowed his pace again until he was about arrived back at our run rate. Not a minute later came he must be the menopause, because such a heat wave gripped him, that he acquitted himself in a most graceful movement of his T-shirts. A moment later he turned his head to look back to see if we also looked for. And of course we looked, grinned into us and joked a bit, because first he just looked really good and secondly from the whole thing was somehow funny. He ran through the music that came out of his iPod beswingt further, we how it is. He kept looking back, smiling at us, to see if we were still there as well and had directed our attention still on him. Once he even called a guy on the street for something I did not understand, after all, was my attention distracted by the whole situation still. To de point where the road broke off in an even stronger curve, another road branched off in an even more acute angle. The young Rasta man took the road in this deserted street, still constantly looking around for us to make sure that we were still behind him. It was through the whole distraction has really tempted to run after, but now us this whole thing truly felt kind of weird, so I said to my mother. "Let us go even better here, neither in the street, in the purely running the straight and we did as well, and while we were on our street and pulled into the Rasta man in his street, he always looked after us, until he realized that we would not really follow. We walked further and as we looked to the next cross street, it dawned on us slowly, the whole matter had been given. This road and probably also the street to the Rasta man had run resulted in a favela ... (except that we all the distractions in the street not Rasta man Viewed had) When I realized what had just happened finally NOT, I was still a bit different ...
Shortly after, without further incident trending return it was time in the foyer of the hotel with Heiner meet to jointly go to eat. ... In a restaurant, which was again almost at the end of Copacabana. I think lack of exercise could accuse us of that day no ...
In the restaurant we had selected, and just delivered a group of Brazilians an "amigo secreto", a "secret friend", what the Brazilians love to mostly before Christmas their colleagues committed. The secret of the Friends worried gifts were distributed this evening with much joy, laughter and loud chatter of the happy recipient. Well, actually somewhat like in Germany, only louder and more boisterous. On a German Christmas with the scent of pines, candlelight, hot mulled wine, and cozy turtleneck sweater and contemplative Christmas Winter is happy feelings usual, the whole thing just looks more like a fun birthday party. But with the temperatures, it is also just plain impossible to be reflective and comfortable, even if the sky is overcast with gray clouds. And somehow the feeling in the head and the world klarzukriegen also not so simple: Everywhere you see this Christmas, in terms of complex and demanding American Decorative inferior in almost anything, and immediately said a "Silent Night, Holy Night" heard or at least a "Jingle Bells" to crawl the cold slowly in the toe feel and other sensory stimuli to that release hormones at a European Christmas perceive need. But nothing happened and so differs not the summer holiday of the Christmas mood.
Anyway, my mother and I ordered together a big one for us a lot of Pizza. Pizzas are here in Brazil, like many things here, to be consumed and Community Community consumption is usually more than two persons, especially when there is a large pizza. Since this was my first Brazilian and pizza but I was addicted by my German company and the many German speaking again a little more in the German, individualistic ways of thinking, I considered the Brazilian habit of Kommunkonsums not. Well, you live and learn, right?
When we later on along the Avenida Atlântica looking for a place for a cup of coffee walked, we passed a nightclub, who remarked to my mother that there accumulated later in the evening young ladies who offer slightly different services. Heiner felt by reference to comment prompted that prostitution here in Brazil is not as objectionable yes, the ladies are all here just teachers, cashiers, shop assistants, etc., who wanted to earn only just like a little bit. I shared the opinion not quite thought that it was not so sure as in Thailand, where such services would be largely met by 12-year-old girl, but that it just was pretty offensive still, as it also plenty of sex tourism exist. Heiner replied something like: ". Hmmm, well, yes ... hmpf"
Friday, 21/12/2007
A new day, a new hope for frustrated sunshine, a new breakfast with Brazilian coffee, which, to confuse the tourist palate not by too many new things, tried a European small coffee to be, it still would have but better to leave, because Brazilian coffee tastes just the best (and better than the German baggy broth) if he is strong and the Brazilian tourists also clear it.
had the day before I told my mother about it, that before I arrived in Rio, went exploring in hotel and at the assessment of the roof terrace with swimming pool and whirlpool an older, as she suspected Italian and Jacuzzi together busy couple startled . The woman she had waved to him and something called, but they had yet brought forward as quickly as possible to leave the scene again. When we this morning at breakfast, sat a couple walked in the 60s, the woman still high blond and held by some operations on the basis, the breakfast room and my mother winked at me: "They are both out of the tub!" Low later came the wife of the couple at our table and asked if we speak Portuguese. I explained that I speak Portuguese, and, pointing the finger at my mother, she did not. "Oh, where do you come from? We are from Argentina. "" We come from Germany. "She put a hand on the Shoulder and told my mother: "She wanted to use 2 days before the swimming pool, but when she and my husband has seen me there, terrified. I've waved to her and shouted: 'Come! Come quiet here, no problem! " but I think they did not understand me and is gone again. "" Yes, yes, she has already told me about it. "Hach, so that would really have been a problem! We wanted to scare certainly not! "" Oh, that's fine. Was not wanted in the pool, only wanted to look at the roof terrace "Yes, those are the little misunderstandings;. O)
From then on, we did almost every Time we have put out his foot out of our room door, taken at this Argentine couple.
As the weather still was not ready for beach, we decided this day, the botanical garden dedicated to Rios. At the reception I inquired about the bus routes, go to there and made my mother would soon become familiar with the bus in Brazil (how it works, can be in the entries from my early days read here in Brazil). My mother found it by the design of the local city buses and the spirited style of driving, the bus driver produced rodeo ride very interesting and found it even more interesting from normal life in Brazil mitzubekommen than as Package tourists, it is rare that one example, in the normal city bus, as the locals also moves. Has just but benefits his very personal, powerful national language and a couple of places and manners knowledge operative tour guide to have o)
Anyway, we spent pretty much all day in the botanical garden, but when the sun shines a lot more fancier, but also for low-hanging clouds and low-flying Mosquitos also extremely appealing.
My mother in Jardim Botânico
and here I am in the café of the Jardim Botânico 
That evening we went unaccompanied eat in one of the Brazil existing numerous and in various price ranges "por quilo" restaurants in these restaurants, you charge the self-service buffet so much on our plate as you wish and then proceeds to a level where weight and the same and the corresponding price of self-assembled meal be determined and on a slip of paper then you get pushed into his hand, noted (Sorry, we are reaching with the entire range faster than we thought a pound ...). Then we proceed to any table, sits down and orders his drinks, the waiter listed on the very same form (from many reasons, Brazil is a beautiful country is one of them. Where else in the world will be full of milk-chocolate brown with blue eyes waiter? * Sigh *: o)). Very often there is also the option to pay a fixed price and then being able to eat as much as you want, what is most interesting to the lords of creation (eg, 1 kg would cost R $ 40, $ 30 unlimited food R Who at least 750 grams, creates for the majority of men no problem with the latter is better off). Once you are satisfied, maybe you are even still got second helpings, which was weighed again and the rest of this added up, take his piece of paper and runs towards the exit to checkout, where one pays his bill, then some sort, being presented on paper, confirming that one has paid, and the one a few moments later, the person at the door in his hand pressed to a subsequently granted exit, thanked and still wishes you a pleasant evening.
On our way back, back on the Avenida Atlântica, where I bought this and then also in the still active at night, street vendors, we met ... Heiner. And since we had now taken already, we decided together to take another caipirinha and while we did that, Heiner told us how the night before and how beautiful but his life and how happy he was however, acquired a "Feliz Natal "Santa hat with flashing colorful Lights for traded down $ 5statt R R $ 10 and was a very bad listener. After the caipirinhas were drunk, we moved to the hotel and Heiner went even further to the houses
Saturday, 12/22/2007
This morning we met at breakfast ... Heiner. This told us that he had returned only about 4 or 5 clock in the morning, because he still ended up in a bar where the bouncer had invited him to "just look" and where's it with the whole "Samba shows and all the girls have been so nice, was that he had become rooted. By the way, is this how he is after the event recalls have been the same bar where he was 10 years ago when he was the last time in Rio, had ever been. Hmm ...
Anyway, that day finally brought only a thin, very holey cloud cover with it, so we decided to use the position to finally make even a real beach. On spite of fairly good weather, fairly empty beach (maybe were all busy with Christmas shopping), lying on our Cangas in the sand, we received throughout the day from a beach Barack operator plenty of cool coconut water in the coconut, which my mother these days in Rio for the had discovered, and a parasol for rent, which can eventually lead to actually needed to bring, and to trade with merchants from Bahia to a beach a beach shirt. Said beach dealer was also interested in the same, after he found out that I am from Germany, burning in whether I was married, or, as this was not the case, a friend had what I then said yes bloom no more hopes to leave (germinated they had already ...). That was the only time that I have such questions asked here in Brazil, just not to give the wrong impression!
Also in the course of the day I pulled my first (!) Sunburn, since I'm in Brazil, too.
... continued follows.
Actually, it hardly worth the day as part of my trip to Rio here because my parents Karina's late evening at Rodoviária I know now almost like my hand, brought and I just before midnight - went on the bus - without accompaniment. But this was more of the relaxed part of my day and this is also the reason why this 19.12. is listed.
fact I spent most of the day so in the pouring rain by Jundiaí (Read: Schundschia-ih), mistaken for a city between Campinas and São Paulo, in search of the local town hall. There, I had in fact make the Secretaria de Agricultura e Abastecimento with four people, one of them agreed by the Secretaria yourself to interviews with them for my little internship project.
That was one thing that was new to me. I mean, I'm gone a few times now and I've sometimes even just to say, without the help of Brazilian friends, found her way (see Florianópolis), but so far it has always been such that I did not have to arrive at a particular time. Coming to Jundiaí
was no problem. There are all 15 minutes from the Rodoviária in Campinas in a bus for which you can buy the ticket directly before departure (for longer trips you should always get the ticket some days before) and how do I get to Rodoviária by public transport, I had yes already learned (see also Florianópolis). But here we see that it even has the odd advantage that there are no trains, even if it is generally better if there were trains and the like: In a bus much less fit than people on a train and therefore must there will be a much higher number of trips to demand for the products. So if you missed a local bus, not really bad, the next moves so soon afterwards.
Well, after I came so easily Jundiaí. But by the Rodoviária in Jundiaí come to city hall ... It was good that I had made a timely way to Jundiaí, because after my arrival in Jundiaí passed almost 2 hours before I arrived at the town hall. 2 hours, during which I drove by I think I quite Jundiaí, from one (change) other terminal, the instructions of the many people I had asked for information and assistance to the following. And as I said: It poured down with rain all the time ... Well, I at least had time many impressions on the public to provide transportation system of Jundiaí. And I was really impressed! Jundiaí seems to have money: The Rodoviária is brand new, built in a modern style and therefore resembles a UFO (by comparison, should the Rodoviária of Campinas times be a hospital, but was just a bus station and from the outside looks like a long time ago abandoned construction site ... (Inside all this looks already quite different.)) and the bus terminal and all city buses made a super-new impression (but ne stops announcement also had these new buses do not ... Is also a bit difficult when the bus stops And besides, no names. What a Stop Announcements Either you know? get off where you have to stop or just ask the guy who cash in on the fare there).
Anyway, I came a little late and very wet in the City Hall (Prefeitura) or in said Secretaria, where I kind of Lorival, who works in the Secretaria, one of the to interviewing people was next to one of the most likeable person is that I have ever known, was being received. From my four interviews had been now two - two of the four people, even those with whom I wanted to speak most, had now been signed out. And while I'm still waiting for that my second interview of remaining partner arrived, the officers were talking the other the Secretaria with me and told me of their German ancestors, or the cousin who has lived eight years in Germany, or from someone who knows someone who has even German chocolate, etc. Somehow eaten here quite a few people at least have some connection to Germany.
Well, someday I interviewed were then completely so that I could do my interviews and two interviews also are still much better than none. For the return trip, it was still raining threads, I organized Lorival (pronounced way: Loriwau) also be a vehicle of the Prefeitura including drivers and attendants, which brought me to Rodoviária. I found very nice! And from the Rodoviária was also everything from simple ...
Some hours later I sat, as mentioned earlier, even back in the bus and was looking forward to Rio.
Thursday, 20/12/2007:
As the bus in the morning the last kilometers to Rodoviária on the highway through the not so charming areas of Rio rolled, the sky was gray and it was cold. I had not seen until now Rio. And the gray clouds that were not quite as charming areas that cause every time a mixture of fascination, curiosity, disbelief, and an unpleasant twinge of pity and bad conscience in me, still seem a bit pathetic and fascinating. When
Get off the bus in the Rodoviária I was literally at least a little warmer heart, for the sky was still gray, but it was only cold on the bus through the air conditioning. After I had the only 150 m convinced long way to the bus terminal a taxi driver from the fact that I, though I'm blonde and I speak with accent that know how to use a bus, also know which bus to take to arrive must to where I was going, and therefore did not need a taxi, I jumped one of the two already waiting buses with "Copacabana" and was a three-quarters of an hour later without me having to ask once for directions or stop by my Target (I am really, for my knowledge of the locality, almost a Carioca * rofl *), the "Oceano Copacabana Hotel, a hotel around the corner into a side street of Avenida Atlântica, the road that runs along the beach of Copacabana . I reported at the hotel at the reception, took the elevator to the 14th Stick and after I had knocked on one of the doors opened, this also the same and stood before me in a towel wrapped my mother.
This was a good week before and had arrived in Brazil along with a small tour group now already Salvador da Bahia, Iguassu Falls from both the Brazilian, and the Argentinian side and that the main attractions Rios. And now we wanted to spend eight days together in Brazil, 4 days in Rio and 4 days in Campinas.
Somehow you could tell they have not, that we are four months long, not seen, nor had spoken (our communication was only through email). I just had to speak in the first 5 minutes, a little German ...
problems over breakfast at the hotel we got to know promptly nor a German, Heiner, around 60 years old from near Hamburg, who actually visited a friend in a small town in the state of São Paulo was where it was there but too boring and therefore had come for a few days after Rio. We schnackt a bit and agreed to meet to go eat in the evening together.
Anyway, after breakfast, my mother and I then went to the beach of Copacabana. Although it was so warm that one could easily venture out in shorts and T-shirt from the house, but so great it is now again not lie down with thick clouds over the head to the beach. So we did just a beach walk, Copacabana along a piece of the city and through the Parque da Garota de Ipanema (Park of the girl from Ipanema from the very famous bossa nova song that has Frank Sinatra sung in English) to the Praia de Ipanema, a trip to Arpoador, a very large walk-rock at the very beginning Praia de Ipanema, and then go along the beach of Ipanema, Leblon direction.
My mother on the Arpoador, in the background Praia de Ipanema, and even further behind in the Praia de Ipanema
Somehow I felt now for the first time here in Brazil as a tourist, so German spoken continuously around and through the double blonde hair, more or less blue eyes and light skin as well as by the strange language the attention of people pulling on us. And I liked that feeling ... I do not prefer to be among Brazilians and there more or less the same as a normal person and not as a mindless ne money crapping special treatment to be ... But what is you do? After all, we were tourists in Rio. some point could keep the thick gray clouds, not their water and it started to rain ... But that was before the time a coffee drink what we as a bit of doing further into town (This is incidentally one of the nice things about Rio: When the beach runs along you get anything from town, if you take from the many concrete blocks in the optical system apart, but somehow have their own charm. But if you still would enjoy the challenge of the city, leaving just the beach and has then again all that has a very large city.). But, after the most expensive coffee I had ever tasted in Brazil, drunk had, the rain had stopped ... re still not going to the beach, was therefore not possible. So we continued our walk just under the protection of the umbrella, which I had taken the presence of mind to continue in the same town, came from Ipanema and Leblon to when we were there almost reached the end, we took on a parallel road back. As the rain grew stronger, and we looked for a dry place to us a building that says "Leblon Shopping" was just right. We entered and were from, what we found in there very impressed: The shopping center was on the inside much, much larger than you would imagine from the outside would, and so chic that it would find little competition in Europe. had admired it lasted quite a while to explore the entire shopping center and the elaborate Christmas decorations and the cute Santa and the beautiful Christmas elves, with whom one would have to be photographed for a fee.
My mother at Pão de Queijo (cheese bread, "I'm addicted to it!) Find in Shopping Leblon
And two snapshots in the Shopping Leblon. However, it is like almost always in the photo's is just over half as great as in reality ... Later, the rain had stopped as well as; then we sat on our way back, from time to time prior to the constantly varying in intensity rain continued protection in one of the many shopping malls and small shopping center looking for. My mother with a Santa Claus in front of a Itaú Bank, which is decorated as elaborately Christmas was like the Itaú bank in São Paulo (see related entry)
We cheerfully ran in German of course, entertaining on and on. When we arrived at the place where made our otherwise straight road running through a curve going around the district of Ipanema in the Copacabana district to provide us overtook a young black man with dreadlocks, iPod and nice body, which was quite a while running after us. After he had completed his passing maneuver, he slowed his pace again until he was about arrived back at our run rate. Not a minute later came he must be the menopause, because such a heat wave gripped him, that he acquitted himself in a most graceful movement of his T-shirts. A moment later he turned his head to look back to see if we also looked for. And of course we looked, grinned into us and joked a bit, because first he just looked really good and secondly from the whole thing was somehow funny. He ran through the music that came out of his iPod beswingt further, we how it is. He kept looking back, smiling at us, to see if we were still there as well and had directed our attention still on him. Once he even called a guy on the street for something I did not understand, after all, was my attention distracted by the whole situation still. To de point where the road broke off in an even stronger curve, another road branched off in an even more acute angle. The young Rasta man took the road in this deserted street, still constantly looking around for us to make sure that we were still behind him. It was through the whole distraction has really tempted to run after, but now us this whole thing truly felt kind of weird, so I said to my mother. "Let us go even better here, neither in the street, in the purely running the straight and we did as well, and while we were on our street and pulled into the Rasta man in his street, he always looked after us, until he realized that we would not really follow. We walked further and as we looked to the next cross street, it dawned on us slowly, the whole matter had been given. This road and probably also the street to the Rasta man had run resulted in a favela ... (except that we all the distractions in the street not Rasta man Viewed had) When I realized what had just happened finally NOT, I was still a bit different ...
Shortly after, without further incident trending return it was time in the foyer of the hotel with Heiner meet to jointly go to eat. ... In a restaurant, which was again almost at the end of Copacabana. I think lack of exercise could accuse us of that day no ...
In the restaurant we had selected, and just delivered a group of Brazilians an "amigo secreto", a "secret friend", what the Brazilians love to mostly before Christmas their colleagues committed. The secret of the Friends worried gifts were distributed this evening with much joy, laughter and loud chatter of the happy recipient. Well, actually somewhat like in Germany, only louder and more boisterous. On a German Christmas with the scent of pines, candlelight, hot mulled wine, and cozy turtleneck sweater and contemplative Christmas Winter is happy feelings usual, the whole thing just looks more like a fun birthday party. But with the temperatures, it is also just plain impossible to be reflective and comfortable, even if the sky is overcast with gray clouds. And somehow the feeling in the head and the world klarzukriegen also not so simple: Everywhere you see this Christmas, in terms of complex and demanding American Decorative inferior in almost anything, and immediately said a "Silent Night, Holy Night" heard or at least a "Jingle Bells" to crawl the cold slowly in the toe feel and other sensory stimuli to that release hormones at a European Christmas perceive need. But nothing happened and so differs not the summer holiday of the Christmas mood.
Anyway, my mother and I ordered together a big one for us a lot of Pizza. Pizzas are here in Brazil, like many things here, to be consumed and Community Community consumption is usually more than two persons, especially when there is a large pizza. Since this was my first Brazilian and pizza but I was addicted by my German company and the many German speaking again a little more in the German, individualistic ways of thinking, I considered the Brazilian habit of Kommunkonsums not. Well, you live and learn, right?
When we later on along the Avenida Atlântica looking for a place for a cup of coffee walked, we passed a nightclub, who remarked to my mother that there accumulated later in the evening young ladies who offer slightly different services. Heiner felt by reference to comment prompted that prostitution here in Brazil is not as objectionable yes, the ladies are all here just teachers, cashiers, shop assistants, etc., who wanted to earn only just like a little bit. I shared the opinion not quite thought that it was not so sure as in Thailand, where such services would be largely met by 12-year-old girl, but that it just was pretty offensive still, as it also plenty of sex tourism exist. Heiner replied something like: ". Hmmm, well, yes ... hmpf"
Friday, 21/12/2007
A new day, a new hope for frustrated sunshine, a new breakfast with Brazilian coffee, which, to confuse the tourist palate not by too many new things, tried a European small coffee to be, it still would have but better to leave, because Brazilian coffee tastes just the best (and better than the German baggy broth) if he is strong and the Brazilian tourists also clear it.
had the day before I told my mother about it, that before I arrived in Rio, went exploring in hotel and at the assessment of the roof terrace with swimming pool and whirlpool an older, as she suspected Italian and Jacuzzi together busy couple startled . The woman she had waved to him and something called, but they had yet brought forward as quickly as possible to leave the scene again. When we this morning at breakfast, sat a couple walked in the 60s, the woman still high blond and held by some operations on the basis, the breakfast room and my mother winked at me: "They are both out of the tub!" Low later came the wife of the couple at our table and asked if we speak Portuguese. I explained that I speak Portuguese, and, pointing the finger at my mother, she did not. "Oh, where do you come from? We are from Argentina. "" We come from Germany. "She put a hand on the Shoulder and told my mother: "She wanted to use 2 days before the swimming pool, but when she and my husband has seen me there, terrified. I've waved to her and shouted: 'Come! Come quiet here, no problem! " but I think they did not understand me and is gone again. "" Yes, yes, she has already told me about it. "Hach, so that would really have been a problem! We wanted to scare certainly not! "" Oh, that's fine. Was not wanted in the pool, only wanted to look at the roof terrace "Yes, those are the little misunderstandings;. O)
From then on, we did almost every Time we have put out his foot out of our room door, taken at this Argentine couple.
As the weather still was not ready for beach, we decided this day, the botanical garden dedicated to Rios. At the reception I inquired about the bus routes, go to there and made my mother would soon become familiar with the bus in Brazil (how it works, can be in the entries from my early days read here in Brazil). My mother found it by the design of the local city buses and the spirited style of driving, the bus driver produced rodeo ride very interesting and found it even more interesting from normal life in Brazil mitzubekommen than as Package tourists, it is rare that one example, in the normal city bus, as the locals also moves. Has just but benefits his very personal, powerful national language and a couple of places and manners knowledge operative tour guide to have o)
Anyway, we spent pretty much all day in the botanical garden, but when the sun shines a lot more fancier, but also for low-hanging clouds and low-flying Mosquitos also extremely appealing.
My mother in Jardim Botânico
and here I am in the café of the Jardim Botânico That evening we went unaccompanied eat in one of the Brazil existing numerous and in various price ranges "por quilo" restaurants in these restaurants, you charge the self-service buffet so much on our plate as you wish and then proceeds to a level where weight and the same and the corresponding price of self-assembled meal be determined and on a slip of paper then you get pushed into his hand, noted (Sorry, we are reaching with the entire range faster than we thought a pound ...). Then we proceed to any table, sits down and orders his drinks, the waiter listed on the very same form (from many reasons, Brazil is a beautiful country is one of them. Where else in the world will be full of milk-chocolate brown with blue eyes waiter? * Sigh *: o)). Very often there is also the option to pay a fixed price and then being able to eat as much as you want, what is most interesting to the lords of creation (eg, 1 kg would cost R $ 40, $ 30 unlimited food R Who at least 750 grams, creates for the majority of men no problem with the latter is better off). Once you are satisfied, maybe you are even still got second helpings, which was weighed again and the rest of this added up, take his piece of paper and runs towards the exit to checkout, where one pays his bill, then some sort, being presented on paper, confirming that one has paid, and the one a few moments later, the person at the door in his hand pressed to a subsequently granted exit, thanked and still wishes you a pleasant evening. On our way back, back on the Avenida Atlântica, where I bought this and then also in the still active at night, street vendors, we met ... Heiner. And since we had now taken already, we decided together to take another caipirinha and while we did that, Heiner told us how the night before and how beautiful but his life and how happy he was however, acquired a "Feliz Natal "Santa hat with flashing colorful Lights for traded down $ 5statt R R $ 10 and was a very bad listener. After the caipirinhas were drunk, we moved to the hotel and Heiner went even further to the houses
Saturday, 12/22/2007
This morning we met at breakfast ... Heiner. This told us that he had returned only about 4 or 5 clock in the morning, because he still ended up in a bar where the bouncer had invited him to "just look" and where's it with the whole "Samba shows and all the girls have been so nice, was that he had become rooted. By the way, is this how he is after the event recalls have been the same bar where he was 10 years ago when he was the last time in Rio, had ever been. Hmm ...
Anyway, that day finally brought only a thin, very holey cloud cover with it, so we decided to use the position to finally make even a real beach. On spite of fairly good weather, fairly empty beach (maybe were all busy with Christmas shopping), lying on our Cangas in the sand, we received throughout the day from a beach Barack operator plenty of cool coconut water in the coconut, which my mother these days in Rio for the had discovered, and a parasol for rent, which can eventually lead to actually needed to bring, and to trade with merchants from Bahia to a beach a beach shirt. Said beach dealer was also interested in the same, after he found out that I am from Germany, burning in whether I was married, or, as this was not the case, a friend had what I then said yes bloom no more hopes to leave (germinated they had already ...). That was the only time that I have such questions asked here in Brazil, just not to give the wrong impression!
Also in the course of the day I pulled my first (!) Sunburn, since I'm in Brazil, too.
... continued follows.
