tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77316658405532585452024-03-13T23:39:49.882-03:00What We Did In RioRio life from inside the brain of Music Teacher, Husband, Father of Two, Trumpet Player occasional bar room boreheyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551490878239694079noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731665840553258545.post-41401956221121843512015-04-06T19:52:00.003-03:002015-04-06T20:08:17.973-03:00Long Distance Reggae<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Always wanted to try this - so when my mate Ed Rome asked me to be part of his latest project - 'Snapshot - Dubs n Subs' - a triumphant reworking of his earlier album with different artists featuring on different tracks.<br />
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I'm on Track 7 - 'El Gringo' - and I recorded it in Rio, sending ideas back and forth for Ed to play with and put them into the final track. It was great fun! - Let me know what you think?<br />
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Rio Water Planet, tucked away just beyond suburbia in Vargem Grande is a belting day out - especially if, like us, you manage to get bad weather that puts off the queueing masses. Careful though, if too many are put off then it won't open the gates at all. A bus/cab takes an hour or so if the traffic is kind.<br />
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We were celebrating again. This time a 3 year-old's birthday. The little ones had fun splashing around a sliding down this and that. The huge video screen and sound system kept us entertained with whatever the young and beautiful like to split their eardrums to, and those of us over 120cm tall could nip up the mountain to test our mettle on a whole range of ways of sliding down to the bottom in seconds alone.<br />
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No food or drink allowed in either - you have to load up a consumation card like you just walked into a cheesy nightclub and then spend it all on a piece of chicken and 12 beers.<br />
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Keep an eye out for Groupon offers - its R$120 each otherwise. - We paid R$39!<br />
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*not only are they pretty strict about being tall enough to go on the big slides, they also won't let you ride on the small ones if you are too tall, which means that you may have to try chucking your children down some of the more friendly stuff on their own. Your call, but might be a good idea to make sure there is someone at the bottom squeaking encouraging noises at the plummeting toddlers.<br />
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**the tallest slide of all has a weight limit of 85kg. I achieved this milestone some time ago and the guy with the scales was having none of it. Can't help feeling that they should have had a spare set for those who had spent painful hours in the gym in order to smash this modest target. Bastards.<br />
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heyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551490878239694079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731665840553258545.post-42490315559827826992013-11-26T20:46:00.001-02:002013-11-26T20:48:46.793-02:00Funk Original....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ok - I'm trumpeting more these days and my next gig is Thursday 28th November 2013. Its a DVD recording for Gerson King Combo and the rehearsal yesterday sounded great.<br />
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Gerson is 70 and this is really a big celebration of Carioca-style 1970's funk. Think platforms and afros and an overdose of peace and love.<br />
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So - this rather entertaining obsession that society has with the fact that at some point today it will be over has made me think.<br />
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What we all love to to is romanticise and daydream and wish our lives away. We love the idea that, seeing as the apocalypse is imminent, we get to be just a touch more romantic, or at least a touch more likely to do the things that we have always hoped we would be able to do.<br />
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I remember my first trip to Brazil in 1998 - and although the days of hyper-inflation were over, the days of the money in your pocket being worth something different from one day to the next were not. Taxi drivers raced around the city literally trading cigarettes as word of their inflation spread from one district to the next. Guys stood on corner bars on Friday nights, drinking what ever their wages would buy. Being broke on Saturday morning was preferable to waking up with a pocketful of cash that was worth next to nothing!<br />
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And so this is it - my last work day in 2012 (along with half the city, it seems) - best start making it count. Personally I'm going to save a little bit for tomorrow and the day after, especially seeing as there's an outside chance that the prophets of doom might be talking out of their arses.<br />
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Peace and love everybody - why not just do one little amazing, lovely thing for someone? Pretend its your last chance...<br />
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heyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551490878239694079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731665840553258545.post-17904749255291418692012-12-19T10:54:00.000-02:002012-12-19T10:54:13.001-02:00Just How Festive Can You Be When It's So Bloody Hot?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Pretty festive, it turns out. The porteiros of Copacabana certainly know how to illuminate the streets. Our lad now has an exponentially increased risk of electric shock, thanks to a never ending daisy chain of fairy lights that tangles itself around every tree and trails though every puddle from here to eternity. Maybe they just want small children to light up too?<br />
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Just like everywhere else, the supermarkets and shopping malls declared Christmas months ago, but now it most definitely is the season, it seems that writing post-dated cheques to complete your shopping list is an option in all but the swankiest of places. Christmas on tick... reminds me of an Alan Bleasdale sitcom, only slightly warmer and less grey.<br />
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As for the big day itself, what better way to spend Christmas than beering it up on the beach to those little known artists Gilberto Gil and Stevie Wonder! - For crying out loud - these people know how to have a knees up. Personally, I'll be doing slightly more familiar things back in blighty, but if I weren't, I'd be drinking disco piss in Copacabana for sure.</div>
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So, a brit bloco is over in rio - and good grief, they know how its done.<br />
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Before we made our move to Brazil, I spent years nurturing a fascination with samba and bossa nova - and being a teacher, I loved the way that a truck full of drums could weave magic over performers and listeners alike.<br />
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I saw them (and not all of them either) tear it up with a hall full of primary school kids. They performed to the kids with just the same energy that they would to Lapa's roudiest punters - Shitot.<br />
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In another flash of cultural inspiration we nipped to 'nos do morro' last tuesday to watch their musical - 'Bandeira de Retalhos' - a story about an attempt to demolish a section of Vidigal Favela in 1977.<br />
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Festivities in Rio are going rather nicely too, however. We sang carols yesterday (or rather we chased our whirling dirvish as he ran laps around the church while a distant choir reminded me of a time when wassailing involved beer and yawping, rather than plea-bargaining and horrible threats)<br />
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heyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551490878239694079noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731665840553258545.post-31866619910242117562012-09-19T20:37:00.000-03:002012-09-19T20:38:13.291-03:00See You There! (erm... maybe)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We all love to catch up with our mates. Like most people, I miss the mates I've made along the way and don't see anymore. I especially hate it when couples I know go their separate ways and it becomes really awkward to socialise with one or other of them.<br />
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I also am guilty of being terrible at all things concerning my diary. I've tried everything from Gadgets to Journals to the Fridge Door to Google Big Brother to the Filofax to good old traditional pocketbook. It makes no difference how trendy organising myself seems to be, I'm bollocks at it.<br />
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Still, it turns out that here in the Cidade Maravihosa I might just have a modicum of licence when it comes to matters of the agenda. It seems that diary inaccuracies are not so uncommon in Carioca society either.<br />
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Before I go ahead and insult the Brazilians that might read my offerings, please allow me to point out that many of these tendencies have indeed been brought to my attention by Cariocas that (aside from being mates) should know better than to savagely betray their fellow countrymen with almost brit-like distain.<br />
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<li>I you agree to meet someone 'at some point in the future' then this agreement is worth shag all.</li>
<li>The next time you should chance to meet the person from (3) it is perfectly acceptable to, once again, 'meet at some point in the future'</li>
<li>It is acceptable to invite up to 50 additional people to someone else's party, unless it is in their house, when a more modest 40 additional people is considered polite.</li>
<li>It is fine to hug, kiss and generally be over excited about meeting someone for the second time, even if you have no idea who they are. Artistry lies in finding out their name without them noticing.</li>
<li>It is ok to agree to do up to 8 things on the same evening and then do none of them.</li>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Like all civilised nations, its a good idea to say excuse me (<span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto; white-space: nowrap;">com licença</span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto; white-space: nowrap;">) </span><span style="background-color: white;">before you barge past someone - this occurs more often than you would think. Particularly when you absolutely need to get to the door of the bus or the metro so that you don't end up missing out on an essential after work beer. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now, when you inevitably walk straight into someone, once again, like anywhere, 'pardon me' or 'sorry' (desculpe) is just the ticket. And exactly like 'excuse me' you're going to need it several times a day - especially because walking pace here is only just bordering on momentum, and if you need to complete a hundred yard dash in less than 20 minutes, then I'm afraid you are going to smash into a poor ambling pedestrian at some point or other. I suppose this simpler alternative is just to join the ambling masses. Problem is, the gringo blood still coursing through my veins means that I am inclined to forget - just as the more unscrupulous locals might be inclined to rip me off or mug me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Cultural querkiness like this leaves a Gringo like me in a slight predicament. I'm quite happy shouting 'motorista' at the bus driver so that he makes my stop, but simply shouting 'Oi pão!' (oi, bread) at the guy selling bread in the pub makes me feel slightly like I'm being a wanker. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For the moment, I'll stick to what I know - I'll call my son 'filho' and I'll call the barman 'Patr<span style="background-color: white;">ão' (because I feel that i'd like it I were called the boss sometimes) - and while I'm sticking to what I know I'll have a couple of beers and see if I can make a list of these wonderful terms of endearment. And if i'm feeling a little braver I might try a couple. I did try calling my wife 'Mulher' the other day, and I have to say she wasn't sure it was a good idea. More research needed, that's for sure.</span></span></div>
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I like to cook - but I definitely wouldn't consider it a hobby. I haven't exactly become renowned for my culinary prowess over the years, but I've never poisoned anyone either, and I've definitely moved on beyond the student staples that got me through my hard, hard studies. <br />
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I do, however love to eat local food wherever I am and a work buddy recently organised a session with '<a href="http://www.cookinrio.com/blog/">'Cook in Rio'</a> for us to try some Brazilian food (and be taught how to prepare and cook it!).<br />
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The occasion was a friends birthday, and it was a perfect way to celebrate. Not least because if you meet a bunch of people from work it is always a good idea to try and steer the conversation away from the bleedin obvious, and when everyone is 'hands on' from the moment they arrive, chopping, peeling, boozing etc, then it really does feel like a party rather than a works outing.<br />
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Simone was the culinary oracle of the moment, and she led us through Batida de Côco, Aipim Frito, Caipirinha, and Moqueca (there was more, but you get the idea...) - I'll definitely be giving it a go at home.</div>
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So - if you fancy fine-tuning your chopping or just getting tipsy with the excuse that you're absorbing another dose of Carioca culture, then give it a go - can't recommend it enough. Cheers!</div>
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So, I joined a football club. Something which will no doubt amuse those that are aware my general total lack of familiarity with the beautiful game in any way whatsoever.<br />
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Everyone here is something to the world of the round ball. Its almost like you have to be. Everybody is either Flamengo or Botafogo or Santos or something quite hard to pronounce. This identity transcends class, race or gender, and takes on an importance on a par with remembering your wedding anniversary (unfortunately this is also something that can confuse me)<br />
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So when they ask me and I don't know what I am, they kindly immediately initiate me into their baying gang on the spot. For this I am supposed to feel a warm sense of pride and belonging.<br />
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Anyhow - we joined <a href="http://www.fluminense.com.br/site/social/%C2%A0">Fluminense club in Laranjeiras</a> because we needed somewhere to go in our spare time where our little bloke could cut loose with a marginally reduced chance of getting run over or falling off something. I just got back from a swimming and dossing around in the play area marathon, followed by a meal for both of us for R$14.50 and an inevitable couple of cold Skols. Now this friends, could turn the hardiest of footy agnostics.<br />
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What is more, I am confused and dismayed that our little man is showing some considerable interest in the bloody sport too, so in order to avoid an accusation of being negligent parents, we will probably sign him up for lessons when he turns three in August.<br />
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<br /></div>heyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551490878239694079noreply@blogger.com1Rio de Janeiro, Brazil-22.9035393 -43.2095869-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731665840553258545.post-44841374126202342162012-06-19T15:33:00.001-03:002012-06-19T15:33:48.375-03:00Viva são João (and a really boozy recipe)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So.... no shortage of stuff to do in Rio at the moment.... and if a break from the onslaught of the Rio +20 earth summit is needed then it might be the perfect time to get stuck into one or more of the many ´Festa Junina´celebrations scattered around the place. Just don a checked shirt and get stuck in.<br />
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Festa Junina started out as a celebration of the nativity of John the Baptist. It is also a chance to thank St. John for the rain (although lately there might be a case for saying 'thanks for the rain and everything, but could we have something elese now - its been pissing it down for ages.'<br />
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Dress code is rural. That is pig-tails, gap teeth, freckles, strawhats and any other hillbilly stereotypes you can think of. Don't be shy, there is absolutely no way you will overdo it.<br />
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We took our little man to the <a href="http://www.estacaonatureza.com.br/fazendinhaonline/">Fazendinha Estação Natureza in Vargem Grande</a> for the festa laid on by the creche - what a corker. Horse rides, climbing frames, ostriches, you name it - I suggest you give it a spin on any day (might want to check if its open first).<br />
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And, being a teacher - its always good to see just how excited the youngsters (and their teachers who actually understand what is going on) get about these events.Our bash yesterday was the real deal (with everything but the super strength São João booze - <a href="http://tudogostoso.uol.com.br/receita/690-quentao.html">Quentão</a> - Can't wait to get my hands on a wooden bucketfull!<br />
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Corpus Christi 2012<br />
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I keep an eye on the weather forecast. I gloat from time to time, especially when I'm drinking in the sun. One thing I don't tend to bang on about is the rain.<br />
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Well today was one of those rainy days that reminded me why everything is so green and lush here. It reminded me that many of the streets in town simply don't have drains that can cope in any way. And it reminded me that the intrepid drivers on the newly formed underwater racetrack don't give a shit about taking it slightly easier with the right foot.<br />
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Still, at least it gave the hoards of umbrella sellers a chance to rip off a few victims.<br />
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So much for a bank holiday Thursday out and about - we spent half the day sheltering in Leblon shopping with the rest of the young and beautiful trendy masses. If you fancy a really expensive (but rather good) burger and chips<a href="http://www.thefifties.com.br/leblon.html"> I can recommend 'the fifties' diner up on the 4th floor.</a> Cold beer and a what would have been a great view of Christ. The clouds scuppered my gloating photo.<br />
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So - I suppose it was only a matter of time before I got the chance to write about the same thing twice - but right here, right now I'm feeling like its about time I put it out there.<br />
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Mother's day is not just for mothers. Its for everybody. Its for supermarkets and florists and restaurants and Dads and kids and pets. Difference in Brasil is that, like many celebrations, it comes with a sprinkle more heart on the sleeve.<br />
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In a recent beer-fueled verbal ramble with a Brasilian mate, things were getting a somewhat overly philosophical regarding those subtleties of our mother-tongues that go beyond plain words. That's why we have sayings and gestures after all - so that we can communicate with heightened sophistication when emotional gravitas is called for. (and I don´t mean flashing your headlights and indicating with your right hand that the driver in from is inclined to play with himself from time to time).<br />
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Anyway. I digress. Our conversation settled for a while on what I reckon might be the most beautiful word of them all. - Saudades. It means to miss. Although when I say that I mean that it means to miss someone (or something) with an inexplicable pang of emotion, the only way to begin to understand, is to have felt yearning so subtle and painful, that words fail to describe it. Every time.<br />
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Anyone can have saudades - its not an exclusively pissed up Carioca sentiment. The point is, I suppose that I reckon the Brasilians are the only people who actually have a word to describe what they are.<br />
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My little man and his mum will be back from their travels in time for the onslaught of paper roses and cut out love hearts. Right now the dullness in my world and the bubbling excitement in my bones that is stopping me from concentrating might qualify as saudades - I just dunno.<br />
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One thing I do know is that losing my Mum 15 years ago, on Dia Das Maes makes me a bit of a miserable bastard around this time of year. But I know the sheer joy she would have felt as she watched her children and grandchildren grow. Now that kind of knowing I reckon might qualify as saudades. Anyway, enough. I'm off for a pint.<br />
</div>heyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551490878239694079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731665840553258545.post-41297851552523078622012-05-04T11:57:00.000-03:002012-05-05T12:56:48.105-03:00Can´t get enough, of that funky stuff<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A few of cool musical things have happened to me recently. A colleague needed a last minute replacement for a gig at <a href="http://noticiascultura.rio.rj.gov.br/principal.cfm?sqncl_publicacao=353">Teatro Carlos Gomes</a> and I was in the right place at the right time.<br />
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The gig was for 70s carioca funk outfit, Gerson King Combo and the vibe was great. Can't believe how much I've missed this style of music, and the chance to play with these guys at a busy theatre gig was certainly not to be missed.<br />
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<a href="http://www.gersonkingcombo.com.br/">Click here</a> to hear what they are up to - what staggered me was the sheer diversity of the crowd - hip twenty somethings to proper old dears. Great way to spend the early evening. - And the best thing was that the Prefectura subsidised the event so that punters paid a mere R$1 to get in! - Fantastic. All part of the campaign to hold some of the commuters in the city until the congestion dies down. Are you listening Mr Mayor of London? (whoever you happen to be right now....)<br />
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<br /><br />So, with a rekindled desire to be attacked by phat funk, combined with the need to embark on wholesome and boozy outings while I'm home alone, lead to me going to see Band Black Rio at <a href="http://casaraoamenoreseda.com.br/">Casarão Ameno Resedá</a>. This legendary funk outfit also delivered, and this time in a really cool venue near Catete metro, that makes you feel as if you've just walked onto the set of a Bacardi advert.<br />
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I remember going round to my Grandma's house and doing all sorts of things that seem really strange now that I'm looking back at them. But sometimes those memories come flooding back, triggered by random things that happen by surprise.<br />
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It happened last night. I went out for a million or so beers with a couple of friends in Bar Serafim in Rua Alice, Larangeiras, and of of them ordered tongue and onions for us to share. The memories of Grandma's sandwiches returned and I couldn't help but smile. Who would have thought that all these years on, and so far away, I would be pondering my bickering grandfolks and getting the beers in. - It really was excellent, although I have to admit not something I would have plumbed for myself. Must remember to remain more adventurous in my menu perusal.<br />
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Anyhow if Lingua Cebolada is not your thing, then the rest of the Portugues menu is also superb and the location is smashing. I´ll be back.<br />
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<br /><br />A recent post from fellow bloggers <a href="http://qualidadedevida-jim.blogspot.com/">Qualidade de Vida</a> inspired me to let the universe know that we don't have a car either! A year and a bit into our adventure and I don't reckon we'll ever have one either. Driving in Rio is not for the feint hearted and taxis, buses, boats (not to mention the slowly expanding metro*) all ensure that we get from A to B and back again all in one piece.<br /><br />Once in a while, however, our desire to head for the hills means that we hire a car and take off for the weekend. Its not that we can't do it on the bus (we often do) - its just that sometimes there is no substitute for a ride into the wilderness with nearest and dearest. And once in a while that means splashing out R$550 odd for a 1 litre VW to join the loopy Carioca racetrack.<br /><br />This time we visited <a href="http://www.pousadaesmeralda.com.br/">Hotel Pousada Esmeralda</a> - a few hours drive out of town and a few kilometres from the entrance to <a href="http://www.parquenacionaldoitatiaia.com.br/">the Itatiaia National Park</a>.<br /><br />The hospitality was just what the doctor ordered - three hearty meals a day and ducks quacking their way around the place to the delight of our little man.<div>
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</div>heyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551490878239694079noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731665840553258545.post-47854972664693372392012-04-17T12:35:00.002-03:002012-04-17T12:35:52.559-03:00Getting Mugged In Rio<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I´ve travelled a fair bit. Any number of time-killing Facebook surveys will concur. I know what's risky and what's plain daft. Truth is the most significant skirmishes of my life have been back in my green and pleasant land. And both were neither green nor pleasant. <br />
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Anyhow, crime in Rio is a worry. And even though there is no doubt in my mind that it feels safer here now than it did when I visited in 1998, I can say, once again from shitty bitter experience that it pays to be careful out there. <br />
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A few weeks ago some fella in Lapa offered to throw his remaining booze away if I gave him some money for food. This quickly escalated into 'I have a big knife if you want to do this another way etc etc. The street was really crowded and for once in my boozy life I was totally sober. He kindly told the police in a passing car that I was just a gringo who was making a scene. They promptly disappeared. Nice. I ran off and jumped in a cab - although it did take some argey bargey to wrestle him away from the door. I cancelled my plans to go for a beer and just went home instead.<br />
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So. All in all no big deal. Except everyone I tell (especially the cariocas) say I should have handed over my stuff. Hmmm. Next time I will.<br />
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And that's precisely the problem. Next time. I'm now an overly cautious big tall gringo who has properly damaged his mojo. I know the chances of getting mugged are slim if you are careful, but now I feel that they´re just not slim enough. I really hope its not too long before I can wander beyone my cosy Copacabana local without feeling like somebody wants to have it away with my meagre pocketful. Yesterday somebody stopped and asked me directions to the metro. As I pointed up the road, I´d already worked out that if it was going to be a toss-up between giving him my wallet and trying to punch his lights out, then the wallet was definitely going to have to go. <br />
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Ok - not that it needs saying, but heres a few security ideas you might like to try out:<br />
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<li>If you are on your own, then try not to be plastered.</li>
<li>Don´t carry loads of cash - but always have at least R$20 as a muggers consellation prize.</li>
<li>Don´t be a posey bastard, talking loudly in English on a posh ´mug me´mobile phone while reading a half folded map. That would just be ridiculous.</li>
<li>If in doubt, don´t walk - get a bus.</li>
<li>If in doubt about about the bus, get a cab - even though they´re getting pricey, a ride accross town won´t leave you destitute.</li>
<li>If the worst happens and someone want´s your belongings, just hand them over.</li>
<li>Don´t show the entire bus the contents of your wallet when you bay the bus conductor.</li>
<li>Keep a copy of your id and card numbers at home.</li>
<li>If you happen to be of the big tall gringo persuasion, don´t assume your´re ever going to blend into the crowd.</li>
<li>Don´t wear a collection of jewellery only Mr. T could compete with. Better still, don´t wear any.</li>
<li>Don´t frolic on the beach after dark. That one´s a classic.</li>
<li>Don´t hang out in the 40th floor Bar at the Othon Palace watching frolickers get mugged. Thats just mean.</li>
<li>Put your wallet in your front pocket.</li>
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I reckon there may well be more. - Any ideas?<br />
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</div>heyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551490878239694079noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731665840553258545.post-7590557028828578562012-04-09T10:41:00.000-03:002012-07-13T12:14:38.449-03:00Reasons to feel like a cheerful Carioca. Part 1.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We have houseguests again! - Always a welcome diversion and a chance to rediscover this and that. I don´t reckon I´ll ever tire of nipping up Pão de Açúcar. This lastest time included a sunset that I´ll remember for a while!<br />
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Anyhow - when people visit and I have to work, I try took line them up with a few bits and bobs to supplement what the Lonely Planet has to offer. And <em>this time </em>I`ve noticed that I`m actually starting to develop a slightly more natural rapport with this cidade maravilhosa. This in turn makes me feel like I actually (and only occasionally) know what I'm doing.<br />
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<li>I know bus numbers.</li>
<li> I know where to peep out of the cab window to grab a cheeky view. </li>
<li>I have first hand experience of at least a dozen conveyors of pork sandwiches.</li>
<li> I have a carioca card. (though I don't really know why)</li>
<li> I drink coffee sold from the back of some bloke`s car. </li>
<li>I don't notice that the bus driver seems to be posessed by the devil anymore.</li>
<li>I read the paper on the metro. (well.... I actually only read the easy bits)</li>
<li>I'm developing a creative sense of timekeeping. (not sure if this is a good thing)</li>
<li>I've started folding all my money into a big wedge that actually amounts to very little.</li>
<li>I've used my credit card to buy a coffee.</li>
<li>I've sat on a bench outside a restaurant queing to get in.</li>
<li>I've worn outlandish fancy dress in public.</li>
<li>I'm developing a tolerance for beer beyond my wildest dreams.</li>
<li>I sometimes find myself eating a piece of toast with a napkin.</li>
<li>I eat feijao in the pub with my 2 year old.</li>
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Now - I know these are small moves - and I know that I'll forever be a big tall 'rob me' gringo - but for the moment at least, I feel like I've turned a corner. Get in. <br />
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(still reckon it'll be a while before I go to the supermarket in a pair of swimming trolleys though)<br />
<br /></div>heyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551490878239694079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731665840553258545.post-27774889188861784222012-03-28T14:13:00.001-03:002012-03-28T15:25:58.039-03:00So - Are we ready for 2012 yet?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So - having tried to help out with the mission to rid London and Brighton of their beer, I´m back in Rio!<br />
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It was wierd to arrive again - especially now that this home from home is very much our story that needs to be continued. I spose we don´t know what we´re acutually going to be doing this time next year, but for the moment at least we´re here and loving it.<br />
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I tried (and failed probably) not to be a bore about our new life - I tried (and failed again) not to moan about being bloody freezing all the time. I didn´t try (or I would have failed) to not miss the missus. And I certainly didn´t need to try and think about our growing Familily life in Brazil at every bleedin waking moment. Soft bastard.<br />
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Seriously, I can see why Brazilians quite often applaud as they touch down back in their Latin American Blightly. I felt like whooping and hollering myself.<br />
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So. I´m back for the duration, and as such I need to:<br />
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<ul><li>Speak this infernal language properly.</li><li>Join a Brasilian band.</li><li>Go in the sea at least once a week.</li><li>Do something worthwhile and sustainable in a poorer community.</li><li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Drink shitloads of beer.</li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2dteWopjcY/T3NGMNUNYuI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_2T1i0LUjx4/s1600/IMG_0694%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2dteWopjcY/T3NGMNUNYuI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_2T1i0LUjx4/s320/IMG_0694%5B1%5D" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Right. Best get started.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">you´ve any other must-do ideas for the list, then lemme know!</div></div>heyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551490878239694079noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731665840553258545.post-55480773274493899492012-03-11T16:07:00.001-03:002012-03-11T16:09:36.606-03:00Erm....so now really is the time to quote the clash....So I've seriously neglected my urge to regail anyone who's listening. But honestly, it's been mental. <br />
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I'm sat in a boozer inAngel, London, fondly remembering the last time I was here just after the bolts had been removed from my jaw injury. I'm freeezing and missing our Copa bolthole, although the beer is bloody wonderful. Here begins a week of music education that will hopefully shape the next couple of years. If you fancy a beer gis a shout!<br />
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So, safe in the knowledge that Harry's visit to my new home is right royally flying the flag, I'm off for a curry.<br />
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And the question that must be on all ex-pats minds from time to time is well and truly on ours.<br />
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Should we stay (in Rio) or should we go?<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jngsOY2kpmc/T1z4bq23UII/AAAAAAAAAXc/U3io-ScnI5w/s640/blogger-image-1417651966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jngsOY2kpmc/T1z4bq23UII/AAAAAAAAAXc/U3io-ScnI5w/s640/blogger-image-1417651966.jpg" /></a></div>heyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551490878239694079noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731665840553258545.post-50774403333605258242012-02-01T12:43:00.000-02:002012-02-01T12:43:41.922-02:00Oooh baby baby<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Blimey - so much has happened since I was last here - so much, in fact that I'll have to bore the world in installments or else I disturb them by droning on once they're asleep.<br />
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The biggest news is that our family of three will become four in July - which opens up a whole new chapter in our lives. I'm sure that my year-old relationship with Brazilian bureaucracy has scarcely prepared me for the odyssey of paper that will no doubt be delivered along with our bi-national bundle of joy. Best get cracking with the Portuguese lessons then. Bring it on!<br />
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The other bit of news is that this teachers epic holiday of holidays is at an end, so I now have to go back and join the rest of the universe on the treadmill. Still, it was fun while it lasted (and although I'm not riding tubes ala Keanu Reeves in Point Break, at least I can stand up on my board, dude)<br />
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Oh, and I'm playing in a Carnival Bloc! - It seems my trumpet might not turn into a rusted museum piece after all. I went to the first rehearsal at the weekend. It was up there with the most beery occasions in my life. Pure anarchy. It was only the tinnies that kept the 3 (or was it 4 or 5?) conductors from loosing their collective mind. Can't wait for the next one.<br />
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