South America | Brazil | Rio de Janeiro – ain’t no party till we crash the party
What a crazy pants day. Not perfect but pretty damn close.
I swear, my hamstrings are sore from all the downhill walking.
After a lovely and leisurely morning drinking coffee and talking Brasil with my cool co-volunteers, I embarked upon my downhill journey, into Santa Teresa proper. 🙂
(AS I AM WRITING THIS, JIMMIE AND I ARE DISCUSSING OUR ENGAGEMENT. HE SAID HE IS AGAINST DIAMONDS, SO I SUGGESTED A GRAPE RING-POP. HE IS DOWN.)
I took the Paula Mattos bus – that means nothing to anyone, not even me, as evinced by my subsequent TOTAL LOST-NESS –
— wandered around: through decrepit hoods and run down crack shops, TOTALLY relieved to find myself at last in the relative security of a freeway overpass (everyone was asleep by the side of the road so I felt alright).
Looking back on what I just wrote, it’s so sad and really horrible. At the time, though, I wasn’t endowed with the luxury of being all, ‘oh poor them, la la la.’ I was just like, oh man, where am I?
anyway, things turned around night and day, as they do in Brasil. All of a sudden I was in a central area, very populous, busses flying by – the ‘normal’ Rio.
It was maybe 11:30 am. I walked for awhile more, through the washing-machine and tile district (I swear). Had a strawberry yummy-thing, and pah-pah, I was at this great and lovely park that borders the downtown area.
THEN I was in the coolest, coolest area. Just BAM. It’s called Uruguayana, I think? I had no idea. It’s cobblestone streets, blocked off from cars, very narrow, and EVERYTHING in the world is for sale, and dirt-ass cheap. It’s just amazing. It goes on for ages, it feels. I stopped in the middle and found myself at a restaurant called Cedro do Lebanese ???? – had hummus and pita and CHICKEN, yes, bicawk bawk bawk. There it is.
(I LOVE OIL. I LOVE OLIVE OIL. IT IS SO WONDERFUL. I LOVE OLIVE OYL TOO.)
We are going to watch Cidade de Dios now. More soon.