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Adam


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There is a book called "Travelers Tales from Brazil" (or something simular to this). It has been mentioned on a thread in the old forum. Basically people write in to the editor, and the good stories get published, kinda like the way Brazzil works, but the stories I want to know about are true experiences. If you have any, I would like to hear. Obrigado

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Tchau

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erpo


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A 100% true story.
During carnaval 1997 in Salvador da Bahia I had just finished a long day in the press box taking fantastic photos of the trio electricos as they passed by.  My Brasilian cousin had secured me this press pass (even though I’m not a reporter) for the duration of the carnaval.
Well around midnight carnaval was winding down and so my cousin and I decided to go and have a few drinks. After a couple of hours my cousin decided to head back to her place, while I went back on the carnaval trail going through Campo Grande and onto Pelourinho.
By this time in the early hours of the morning, there were still a few scaled down versions of trio eletricos and while I was standing by the roadside two garotas came up to me and asked me “to join in with them on their trio electrico.” We all spent a few hours together until sunrise in Pelourinho and then, there was a bit of difficulty over who I wanted to choose between the both of them.
In the end I ended up humping both of them at the same time.
On returning back to my cousin’s place just before midday, she didn’t believe me, “that I was out all night with two women” That all changed when I invited them around the next day, of course I didn’t tell her about the humping bit.
To this day I still keep in touch with these two garotas and we continue to remain friends.

I also have traveller’s stories about my visits to Praia do Gunga, hanging out in Olinda, trekking through Lencois, plus visiting Ouro Preto, Porto Abrolhos, etc, etc.


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Patinho



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Hey Adam, that was me that mentioned that book. Isn't it great? I didn't read it straight through.. I read all the stories out of order so it would take longer. It's amazing how many memories it conjures up. Anyway.. here's my contribution. If I think of a better one I put it down too. I know it's not as good as "humping two girls" but here's my best shot.

So there we were, headed from Teresina, PI to Jericoacoara, CE. Packed into the tiny car was myself, my best freind Marly, Dani, Patricia, CaCa, and Marianna. (For those playing the home game, that's me and 5 girls). As we crossed the border into Ceara we were stopped by the Border Police at a station set up there. I was a little nervous when I spotted the cop with a semi-automatic machine gun strapped to his shoulder. I have never seen this in the States. I asked what was going on and Marly replied that this was nothing and they are just searching the car for weapons, drugs, etc.... nothing to worry about. They were finished and we were on our way.

Jeri was amazing by the way.

We started back towards home in Piaui a few days later. Marly was exhausted and seeing as how none of he other girls could drive, I was elected for the job.

It was a great feeling being on the open road in Brazil, dodging chickens, goats, pigs, and the occasional "vaca suicido". This was my first time driving in Brazil. It was like "old times" again. Me behind the wheel and Marly riding shotgun as it had been in the States a few years earlier. We stopped for lunch in the mountains of Ceara and I again ate great food that I can never remember the name of. We smoked cigarettes and drank juices... revelling in the fact that we were young and didn't have a care in the world at that moment. Everything was right in the world. Everything was going great until......

We reached the border. It was too late to pull over and let Marly drive, we were in sight. Marly was so frightened she forgot to speak english and said something to the effect of "... devagar..... de..va..gar..". I began to slow down and get ready to pull over to the officer outside the station. As we neared him he got a good look at us and waved us through...

Marly "Go..go!". Now, I haven't driven a stick in a couple of years and not realizing I was going 5 kilometers an hour in 4th gear, I let off the clutch and hit the gas. SPUTTER< SPUTTER< CLANK! poong....

The officer yelled "Para, para!" and I stopped. Obviously something was not right here. It took him a minute to walk up to us and I had already assumed the position I do when pulled over by the American Police. Engine off, hands where he can see them on 10 and 2 on the steering wheel. Once he got to the car, machine gun on the shoulder and all. He looked at me, took off his sunglasses and said something I didn't understand. Now, my tan had set in like a local by now. So I did my best to pass myself off as Brazilian and nodded like I understood. I looked at Marly as she handed me some papers from the glove box. I gave them to him. He studied them for about a minute. The longest minute of my life. Then he looked at me and in portuguese asked for my drivers license. I smiled inside myself.. a "we're fucked now, desperation kind of smile". I looked at Marly, then back to the officer... then back at Marly. I thought... "what the hell..." I shrugged my shoulders and reached for my wallet.
I then handed him my Tennessee Driver's license with a firm "Here ya go buddy" look in my eyes. He studied it also for about a minute. At first looking a little suprised. My god, I thought LAST time was the longest minute of my life... this is even worse!

After the eternity had ended he looked at me and said "Estados Unidos". I said "Sim". He looked at it about another minute, flipping it from side to side. Finally he said "Boa viajem" and smiled handing my license back to me. He then waved us on through.

As we drove away we all let out a sigh of relief and then cheered.... "I broke out some cigs and yelled "Cigarretes for everybody!!" We laughed and celebrated all the way home. We had "beaten" the police, we got away with it. We could do anything now. We were the Kings and Queens of everything we surveyed. Everything was right in the world........


.......... again.






P.S.- When I left, the girls gave me a stuffed "vaca suicido" and 2 pigs to remember our road trip together.


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"Quem quer viver faz magica"
--Guimaraes Rosa

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What a great story, Patinho.

IMHO it beats in suspense and sheer adventure the "two-girl-humping" exploit.

Keep them coming.

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Toolio


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It's called Travelers' Tales Brazil: Stories of life on the Road. It's part of the Travelers' Tales series published by Travelers' Tales Inc. in San Francisco.

Almost all, if not all, of the stories have been previously published in magazines or are excerpts from books. Many are by well-known writers who make their livings as travel writers or book authors. It doesn't look to me like "Basically people write in to the editor, and the good stories get published, kinda like the way Brazzil works".

I have the book sitting in front of me at the moment. The sources of all the stories are listed at the back, including the places and dates of original publication.

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Toolio

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Tais


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Does anyone know where I can get this book from? Is it on Amazon.com or maybe Barnes & Nobles?


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Toolio


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Wouldn't it be easy just to look on Amazon or Barnes and Noble? Certainly just as easy as posting the question here, and you'll get the answer much faster.

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Toolio

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Adam


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Granted this story is a bit sensational, it is true nonetheless. (And when I say I love Brasil, its for the whole experience, not just the ending)

Heartbeat racing. It’s 3:30am. I must be half alseep,
what am I doing? I have to go, but I dont know
why....something about Brazil. I throw on some warm
clothes, go outside and exhale the smoker’s breath. I
hop in my car and make a b-line straight for Culver
City.
A little place, called Cafe Brasil off the main
street, is bustling with brazilians, all crowded
around the small television sets on either side. I
can’t make sense of their foriegn tongues, but I can
make sense of their madness, its the World Cup .
I’m a little late, but its okay, Brazil is up 1-0. On
t.v. the announcer says it's Germany against Brazil, but
here, from where I stand, its Brazil against Germany.
Time goes by and I see the sky turn a shade lighter.
The work day is about to start, but nobody seems to
notice. Someone yells, “Penta Capeao,” which means
five-time champion. We just scored the winning goal.
The crowd, already loud, now becomes estatic. Everyone
is going crazy, and while cheering seems to be an
American thing, singing and dancing, hooting and
hollering, all to the beat of a drum, is purely
Brazilian.
By this time, the police have arrived and begin to
block off the streets. Every car horn in proximity is
honking to the sound of victory. It’s a good day, but
when Brazilians are involved, you can bet it will get
better.
A few blocks down, at Zabumba, another Brazilian
resturant, they begin a party of their own. Three
gostosa gorotas get on top of a truck. The crowd gives
their blessing, “oohh-weee, oohh-weee, we wanna see
some p*ssy!” Luckily, bless my heart, these girls love
the attention, and start to peel off their clothes.
Tudo que eu posso dizer é, eu amo Brasil!

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Tchau

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Tais


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Ok, found the book at B&N and in Miami they deliver same day, what a blast.

Actually, Toolio I didn't notice your message with all the correct information. I was reading the very first message, and the title was wrong, that's why I asked my question. I was hoping my fellow Brasilians would be so kind to help me that's all.

(Edited by Tais at 1:56 pm on Jan. 22, 2003)

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erpo


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Quote: from Adam on 11:54 am on Jan. 22,
its the World Cup  
I’m a little late, but its okay, Brazil is up 1-0. On
t.v. the announcer says it's Germany against Brazil, but
here, from where I stand, its Brazil against Germany.






You sure were late Adam.
Ronaldo scored Brasil's first goal at the 67 minute mark. You missed the majority of this great occassion.
As a lover of jogo bonito, I say "shame on you." ........LOL  
At least you appreciated the garotas afterwards.





(Edited by erpo at 6:54 pm on Jan. 22, 2003)

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Adrianerik


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Episodes in Salvador - 1

I was very tired.  I had spent much of the day at Porto Da Barra, near the Lighthouse where many of the 'blocos' were organizing their massive crowds for the 7 mile parade of music, song and spectacle from the Porto Da Barra at the foot of Avenida Sete De Septembro to Ondina.  My friends were infatuated with Timbalada and had spent the entire previous evening jumping up to the thunderous beats of the Timbalada drummers, handsome brownskin men their bodies fully adorned from head to foot with with paint...their faces...their chests...their arms.

My friends tried to get me to join them again.  The color of the Timbalada 'camisas' - shirts for this night was neon orange - with the normal shadowed print of a dreadlocked drummer beating a 'timba' drum.

But I was tired and had decided to spend the evening in Pelourinho.  Carnaval there is a bit more tranquil....perhaps an inappropriate word.    Maybe less crazy.   I had found a seat in the restaurant district of Rua Das Laranjeiras just down from the Escola Criativa do Olodum.  A small restaurant selling pastelas had two plastic tables and I happened upon one just as a couple were leaving.  God loves me!  I ordered a 'frango' pastela and a coke and rested my aching feet.  In Pelourinho there is no need to chase Carnaval down.  The various small bands snake their way 'pra ca pra la' up and down every street in the area.  

I just waited and watched an array of clowns, gigantic puppets, syncopated dancers pass by be.  Amid the noise I barely heard the young voice calling me.

"Senhor!  Senhor!"  I turned and saw a young Brazilian boy...mid-teens...light green eyes...brown skin...short cropped hair bleached golden by the sun.  I stared at him listening to the strange words coming from his mouth.  I had not as yet learned Portuguese.  His gaze was non-threatening.  He stares at my pastela.  I ask him in english if he wants someting to eat.  He signs towards my food and makes a motion towards his mouth.  It is getting difficult to hear.  Another band seems to have sprung up from the very cobblestones.  I continue to stare at the young boy.  I reach into my pocket and bring out two reals.  As I hand it towards him I point to the pastela restaurant saying 'Aqui!  Você compra aqui'.  I didn't want to be wasting my money feeding some drug habit so I insisted that I wanted to see him buy the food.

He nods and enters the restaurant.  A few seconds later I see him emerge with no food.  Hey!   I yell towards him.  Aqui!  Aqui!  He gives me a quick look and runs up the cobblestoned streets dispappearing into a thicket of African dancers.

That's it  I say to myself.  Last time I waste my money trying to be nice.  I'll just keep my money to myself.  Can't trust these street kids, I thought.  Probably wanted to buy some glue and get high.  I must have read that somewhere.

I turned my attention back to Carnaval.  A group of clowns were passing by.  I reach for my camera and an outrageously beautiful Baiana upon seeing my camera stops and poses for me.  I snap a picture and upon seeing the flash she is joined by some of the other clowns and they jostle with each other cajoling me to take a picture of them.  I am elated.

It is only out of the corners of my eyes do I see the same light green eyes...close cropped sun bleach haired.
It is the young teen ager.  My anger slowly begins to rise.

Senhor...senhor....olha!  (Look mister).  He holds up his hands and I see one of the largest sandwich I had ever seen.  He could barely hold the thing in one hand.  It is dripping with tomatoes, lettuce, meats, corn.  It makes my mouth water just to look at it.  The chicken pastela I had eaten was greasy and unsatisfying.  This sandwich was a real meal.

The youth grins at me.  He points to the restaurant.  "Muito pequeno...Senhor"  Very small.  This is very big.  "O mesmo preco".  The same price.

I stare at him.  I wish I could hug him.  I had only given him two reals but he knew of a better deal where he could get more for his money.  And he felt the need to return to my table and ensure me that he had used the money for food.

I could have hugged him.   He had made my night.  More than the music, the dancing, the blocos....this timid eyed teen affirmed my faith in people and my mission in Salvador.

Peace
adrian

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Adrianerik


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Oops...I meant to add the pictures of the clowns.




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Patinho



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That was pretty cool.

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--Guimaraes Rosa

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