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  • Day79

    Litoral paulista II - Maresias

    2 hours ago in Brazil

    5:00 Uhr morgens: Ein neuer Tag hatte begonnen, als ein glorreicher zu Ende ging. Arisa, der ich zurück im Zimmer von dem schönen Himmel an diesem Morgen erzählte, meinte kurzerhand wir sollten für den Sonnenaufgang an den Strand fahren. Und so weckten wir Alejandro und Stephanie und setzten uns kurzerhand ins Auto. Am Strand angekommen, wurde mir erst bewusst, dass dies die beste Idee aller Zeiten war. Der Strand war menschenleer, das Wasser ruhig und sanfte Nebelschwaden legten sich über die vom Morgengrauen dunkelblauen Berge. Ich war sprachlos. Hatte ich den Strand am Tag zuvor schon als schön empfunden, war dies plötzlich ein Paradies. Stille, Meer, Nebel, Morgengrauen. Es kam mir vor als wäre dies der einzig richtige Ort um einen Sonnenaufgang zu sehen. Verträumt liefen wir über den Strand und warteten andächtig auf die ersten Sonnenstrahlen, hinter den heller werdenden Bergen. Und plötzlich tauchte sie auf und ich erinnerte mich nicht, wann ich das letzte Mal etwas so Schönes gesehen habe, wie diesen Strand im Morgenlicht.

    Als die Sonne langsam höher stieg setzten wir uns an den Strand und blieben noch eine Stunde. Alle genossen einfach den Augenblick, der so unheimlich spontan entstanden ist.

    Zurück im Haus schliefen wir noch zwei Stunden und machten uns nach dem Frühstück auf den Weg zum nächsten Strand – Maresias. Begleitet von blauem Himmel und prallem Sonnenschein fuhren wir durch kleine Städte und an Stränden entlang. Unterwegs machten wir an einem Aussichtspunkt und einem Wasserfall halt, die beide direkt auf dem Weg lagen.
    In Maresias angekommen war der Strand extrem voll. Aber wir ließen uns nicht beirren und sprangen sofort ins kühle Nass. Der Strand ist bekannt für seine Wellen und beliebt bei Surfern. Auch hier umrahmten die grünen Berge den Strand. Im Wasser schwammen und tauchten wir durch die Wellen und ließen uns von ihnen hin und her gleiten. Nach einer Stunde kehrte ich an den Strand zurück und schlief ein. Als ich aufwachte, war der Himmel verdunkelt und kurz darauf flohen wir vor einem Wolkenbruch. Aus weiterem Glück heraus fanden wir oben, auf den Strand folgend Pavillons, die für ein Frühlingsfestival aufgestellt wurden. Wir sicherten unsere Sachen im Pavillon mit dem Rest der Gruppe und tanzten zur Musik im Regen. Danach aßen wir bei den Food Trucks, für mich gab es einen veganen Bürger. Als wir aufgegessen hatten, war der Regen vorüber und wir kehrten an den Strand zurück, der nun nahezu leer war. Wolkengebilde türmten sich auf und langsam wurde es dunkel. Wir blieben, bis das letzte Licht verschwand und machten uns dann auf den Rückweg. Angekommen grillten wir noch die Überreste vom Vortag, sprangen zur Erfrischung nochmal in den Pool und die meisten verabschiedeten sich dann für den Abend.
    Alejo und ich tranken ein Bier in den gemütlichen Stühlen auf der Veranda und sprachen über die Unterschiede zwischen Kolumbien und Brasilien unsere Reise und zukünftige Pläne. Nach all der Aufregung und dem übermäßigen Schlafmangel, konnten wir einen solchen Abend mit der lauen Abendluft gut vertragen.

    5:00 am: A new day had begun. Back in the room I told Arisa about the beautiful sky that morning, and she said we should go to the beach to watch the sunrise. And so, we woke Alejandro and Stephanie up and climbed tired but exited into the car. Arriving at the beach, I first realized that this was the best idea ever. The beach was deserted, the water calm and gentle clouds of mist covered the mountains which were of a dark blue. I was speechless. The beach the day before was beautiful, this was a paradise. Silence, sea, fog, dawn. It felt like this was the only proper place to see a sunrise. Amazed we walked across the beach and waited reverently for the first daylight, behind the brightening mountains. And suddenly she appeared, and I did not remember when I last saw something that beautiful like this beach in the morning light.

    As the sun rose slowly we sat down on the beach and stayed for an hour. Everyone just enjoyed the moment that came about so incredibly spontaneously.

    Back in the house we slept another two hours and made our way to the next beach after breakfast - Maresias. Accompanied by blue skies and bright sunshine, we drove through small towns and passed the beaches along the coast. On the way we stopped at a lookout point and a waterfall.

    Arriving in Maresias the beach was pretty crowded. But we were not bothered and jumped just immediately into the cool water. The beach is known for its waves and popular for surfing. Again, the green mountains framed the beach. In the water, we swam and dived through the waves. After an hour, I returned to the beach and fell asleep. When I woke up, the sky was extremely dark and shortly thereafter we fled from a cloudburst. Out of luck, we found upstairs, following the beach, pavilions set up for a spring festival. We secured our things in the pavilion with the rest of the group and danced to the music in the rain. Then we ate at the food trucks, for me there was a vegan Burger. When we finished eating, the rain was over, and we returned to the beach, which was now almost empty. Cloudscape piled up and slowly it became dark. We stayed until the last light had disappeared and then headed back. Back in the house we grilled the remains of the day before, jumped for refreshment in the pool and most of the people went to bed.
    Alejo and I drank a beer in the cozy chairs on the porch and talked about the differences between Colombia and Brazil, our journey and future plans. After all the excitement and the excessive lack of sleep, we kind of needed a quite evening.
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  • Day79

    Litoral Paulista I - Ilha Bela

    4 hours ago in Brazil

    Litoral Paulista - I

    Dieses Wochenende ist es wahrgeworden. Endlich konnte ich meine erste richtige Reise antreten mit allem was dazu gehört. Nach einiger Planung mieteten wir zu fünft ein Auto und würden mit 10 anderen Austauschstudenten (hauptsächlich Kolumbianer) ein kleines Haus in Caraguatatuba teilen. Unser Ziel waren die nördlichen Strände von Sao Paulo Bereits auf der Hinfahrt mit unserem neuen Gefährt war die Stimmung überschwänglich und ausgelassen. Das Auto wurde von Alejandro gefahren und ansonsten waren noch Marta und Stephanie aus Kolumbien, Arisa aus Brasilien und ich im Auto. Während Alejo immer weiter Richtung Küste steuerte, feierten wir die größte Party die man in einem Auto haben kann und tanzten auf unseren Sitzen stundenlang als gäb‘s kein morgen mehr.
    Als wir durch einen langen Stau deutlich verspätet ankamen war die Stimmung immer noch bombastisch, trotz Nieselwetter und der späten Stunde. Das Haus war kleiner als erwartet und statt Betten gab es überwiegend Matratzen, die man sich teilen musste. Aber nichts konnte unsere Stimmung trüben. Vom Auto verlegten wir die Party kurzerhand in unser Haus und schlossen unsere Musik an die sehr willkommene hauseigene Musikanlage an und tanzten bis vier Uhr morgens.

    Am nächsten Tag wollten wir so schnell wie möglich an den Strand, auch wenn das Wetter nicht allzu vielversprechend war. Der Nieselregen hatte sich gehalten und der Himmel war eine einzige Wolkendecke. Im Tageslicht konnte ich aber nun mehr die Umgebung erkennen. Hinter unserem Haus türmten sich die dschungelbewachsenen Berge von endlosem grün auf. Unglaublich! Wie ich später erfahren sollte erzeugt diese Berglandschaft so dicht an der Küste ein äußerst regnerisches Mikroklima.
    Allem Regen zum Trotz machten wir uns nach dem Essen auf den Weg Richtung Ilha Bela, eine Insel vor der Küstenregion des Staates Sao Paulo. Im Auto hielten wir, wie bis zum Rest der Reise unsere Partystimmung aufrecht, sodass die Fahrt kurz und motivierend war. Angekommen setzten wir mit einer kostenlosen Fähre über und fuhren mit einem Bus zu den Stränden. Die Insel selbst ist von den gleichen Wäldern und Bergen geziert, die am Strand ins den Atlantik übergehen. Als wir „endlich“ ankamen, kam plötzlich die Sonne raus und aller Regen war vorbei. Wir badeten und erkundeten die Strände, all die schillernden Farben, wir entspannten am Strand, badeten wieder und gruben uns in den kühlen Sand ein. Am schönsten fand ich es vom Meer aus auf die Insel zu schauen, die in einem einzigen Grün aufragte. Wir blieben bis zum Sonnenuntergang, bis die Mücken kamen und uns vertrieben. Auf einem schmalen Holzsteg stiegen wir durch den Dschungel nach oben zurück zur Straße und setzten mit der Fähre wieder über, begleitet von einem Musiker, der spontan auf dem Schiff ein paar Reales verdienen wollte und mit uns sang.

    Auf dem Rückweg kauften wir ein um zu Grillen. Angekommen sprangen Arisa, Stephanie und ich aber erstmal in den Pool, der eiskalt war. Danach grillten wir, wobei es für mich gegrillte Kochbananen, Kartoffeln, Brot, Maiskolben, Aubergine und Zucchini gab und eine unglaubliche Guacamole ganz ohne Avocado (da wir im Markt keine gefunden haben). Nach dem Essen setzten wir die Feier im Haus fort. Um drei Uhr morgens verabschiedete ich mich. Allerdings wurden wir um fünf von den letzten Feiernden geweckt, weil es ein Problem mit dem Motor des Pools gab. Nach einigen Diskussionen über das wenn und aber, schalteten wir kurzerhand den Hauptstromschalter aus, um auf Nummer sicher zu gehen. Nach all der Aufregung schaute ich in den Himmel hinauf, der plötzlich wolkenlos und in ein schwaches Licht getaucht war. Ein neuer Tag hatte begonnen …

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFhs7WVvuXk

    Litoral paulista

    Finally, I was able to start my first real trip this weekend. After some planning, we decided to rent a car and would share a small house in Caraguatatuba with 10 other exchange students (mainly Colombians). Our destination were the northern beaches of Sao Paulo. Already on the journey with our new vehicle the mood was amazed and thrilled. The car was driven by Alejandro and there were also Marta and Stephanie from Colombia, Arisa from Brazil and me in the car. As Alejo drove towards the coast, we celebrated the biggest party one could have in a car and danced on our seats for hours like there was no tomorrow.
    When we arrived after a lot of hours due to a traffic jam the atmosphere was still bombastic, despite some drizzle and the late hour. The house was much smaller than expected and instead of beds, there were mostly mattresses, you had to share. But nothing could cloud our mood. From the car, we quickly moved the party into the house and connected our music to the music system and danced until four o'clock in the morning.

    The next day we wanted to get to the beach as fast as possible even if the weather was not too promising. The drizzle had stopped and the sky was still cloudy . But in daylight, I could now see more of the surroundings. Behind our house, the jungle-covered mountains of endless green piled up. Incredible! As I later learn, this mountainous landscape, so close to the coast, creates a very rainy microclimate.
    Despite all the rain, we made our way to Ilha Bela after dinner, an island of the coast of the state of Sao Paulo. In the car, we kept up our party mood like through the whole trip, so the ride was short and motivating. We arrived, took a ferry and took a bus to the beaches. The island itself is covered in forests and mountains that merge into the Atlantic on the beach. When we finally arrived, the sun came out and all the rain was over. We jumped into the water and explored the beaches, all the iridescent colors, we relaxed on the beach, bathed again and embedded us into the cool sand. The most beautiful was the view from inside the water towards the island which towered in a mountain of greenness. We stayed until sunset until the mosquitoes came and chased us away. On a narrow boardwalk we climbed up through the jungle back to the road and took the ferry again, accompanied by a musician who spontaneously gave a little show sang with us on the ship.

    On the way back, we bought some food for a barbecue. Arriving Arisa, Stephanie and I jumped into the pool, which was freezing cold. Then we grilled and for me there was plantains, potatoes, bread, corn on the cob, eggplant, zucchini and an incredible guacamole without any avocado (because me couldn’t find any in the market). After the meal, we continued our never-ending party in the house. Later at three o'clock in the morning I went to bed. However, we were woken up at five because there was a problem with the engine of the pool. After some discussion about what to do we turned off the main power switch to play it safe. After all the excitement and trouble, I looked up into the sky, which was suddenly absolutely cloudless for the first time and bathed in a faint light. A new day had begun ...

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  • Day96

    Day 96: Cuzco 》Lima 》Sao Paulo

    October 24, 2016 in Brazil

    The least fun about traveling is the traveling haha. Flights always leave early morning it seems and that means that the day starts with feeling tired. That's not ideal, so a tip for all travelers, if you want to enjoy travelling be rested or don't go in the morning 😉. I woke up at 4:00 as it seems to happen 20% of the time and even more in Peru 😑. I emptied my stomach last night and I couldn't get this breakfast down. So I ate a few bits and bites because I already was wondering where I got the energy from last days. Everything goes slower that's for sure but I still do a lot except for yesterday 😆. Well now I was brought to the airport by the hotel owner, my flight went much better than Max his flight. Mine was on time and not cancelled 😉. I got back in Lima around 8:30 and could already check in for the flight to Sao Paulo which I did. I used the wifi here to update my social life and went to the Starbucks (where I sat before with bro) to continue that. I had to leave my Coca leaves behind since you're not allowed to take them and especially not in my hand luggage 😂. Almost whoops. So the flight to Sao Pualo was on time also but one thing they didn't tell me.... I changed my seat to a window seat since I wanted rest and not people passing you on all sides. So in the back was fine also.... untill there was no window at all damn😡. Ok just sleep some more.... but no.. this was the most turbulent flight ever and without a view that really sucks because you have no reference at all. 4 hours of feeling like I was on a wild safari with to many big bumps didn't make me catch up some sleep or ease my stomach. Finally in Sao Paulo, shuttle bus to the hotel and at 23:30 I found the bed. Didn't even touch my bags, I needed to get up early, wow really? yeah really haha. Always early but for a good cause: Iguazu, hurray😆Read more

  • Day99

    Day 99: Helicopter flight, hell yeah :)

    October 27, 2016 in Brazil

    That's just awesome 😎, flying over such a huge area off waterfalls is the only way to really see and understand how big it is. From the air I noticed for the first time that the geographics are really linear. It all makes sense that this big river drops off a wide cliff and because the river approaches diagonally (seen from above) it spreads out over the whole length of the cliffs. From the helicopter it looked smaller but never small since getting an overview picture was not easy at all.
    I knew that is was going to be good weather so I booked the flight yesterday, I could show up anytime. So I did when the sun did, between 9 and 10:00. I had packed my bags and stuffed the big one in a locker at the Brasilian Iguazu entrance because it would safe me the trip back to the city. The money I saved I used for a Cab, so I would not have to struggle through people to be early at the helicopter. I arrived when I meant to and this guy who promised me a good seat was the salesman I expected, the front seat was claimed by this old lady (let me say this: not all old ladies are nice and friendly 😑) her pushing resulted in better pictures in the end because I jumped in the heli on the right side next to a window that could open also yeah 😊. Since granny was accompanied by 2 others I sure did claim my open window and didn't let them push me away from it. The flight only takes 10minutes anyway and it was awesome, I would never get enough and flying in a Heli is so much different than in a plane, you really float more. Way more natural feeling with less shocking bumps.
    A little adrenaline but more excitement pumped through my body. I left there happy and it certainly was worth the money. Time to see the Brasilian side up close. Actually this side is more the overview side, you can see the beauty of the opposite side (almost the whole line) but only the devills 😈 throat you see up close from underneath mainly. Certainly worth visiting but it's much less as the Argentina side so do the Brasilian side first and with good weather since it's more about distance views. Also the Argentina side is more a tracking area and the Brasilian side gives you the idea of a theme parc where you can go in several attractions (excluded in the entrance ticket) and go by buses.
    So I was done here when the weather turned bad so that resulted for me to have lunch above the waterfalls and be 4 hours early for my flight. I killed this time easily and before I knew it I was back in the hotel in Sao Paulo where I was 3 days ago. It's really nice if you know your way so no problems just be patient and wait for your ride 😆. Good night.
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  • Day105

    Simply São Paulo

    November 11, 2017 in Brazil

    São Paulo is probably one of the most underrated cities. Before arriving, we were warned about the dangers of the metropolis. Even the Brazilians in Rio didn't have a high opinion of São Paulo. It's just a big, dirty city was the usual response. Perhaps it was the area that we were staying in but we found the city to be vibrant with plenty of culture and great food. As the hotel receptionist proudly claimed: “we don't have the beaches of Rio, but we have culture and food. If you look really hard, you will find the beauty”. True, it is a big city with more than 20 million people in the greater metropolitan area, and parts of the city are dirty, particularly in the downtown area, yet there is still something about the city. All across Brazil there are warnings about the dangers of being robbed or assaulted but in Jardins, a more upmarket suburb of São Paulo, we felt safe. Perhaps we were just naïve.

    We almost didn't make it to São Paulo from Rio. As we were in the line to board the plane, we realised that our flight had changed gates and we were boarding a flight for a completely different city in Brazil. We had to hot-foot it to the correct gate and made it on-board just before take-off. There had been no announcement about the change and a minute or two later we would have been stranded in Rio.

    Once we arrived in São Paulo, we went in search of food and our latest addiction, Caiprinihas. In Rio, we had also acquired a taste for salgados, a salty, deep-fried Portuguese snack, and fortunately for us, they could be found everywhere in São Paulo. At one of the local snack bars, we indulged in a salgado as a pre-lunch appetizer. When paying for our meal, the waiter rattled off something in Portuguese. Still unable to speak much Portuguese, Jason decided that he would respond in Spanish. The waiter assumed that we were Spanish so he replied “Gracias, Señor”. We quickly realised that few Paulistanos could speak Spanish. Later, we finally found our Caipriniha but it was unlike the ones we tasted in Rio. It was straight alcohol on the rocks. And didn't they hit us hard! We rolled out of the restaurant and stumbled back to our hotel. Luckily it was only a hop, skip and a jump away. We swear we aren't alcoholics (but we might need to attend a few AA meetings before returning home).

    Immediately, we noticed that the cosmopolitan city was a melting pot, full of diversity and seemingly tolerant of all kinds of people. In the middle of Jardins, along Avenida Paulista, we stumbled upon a park, which we named “Homo Park” (we never did bother to find out its real name). We named it based upon the large number of same-sex couples inhabiting the area, cuddling and kissing each other. A gaggle of gays in the park, so to speak, and no-one batted an eyelid. It was if we were attracted to the same-sex attracted couples like a magnet. Of course we can sniff out our people anywhere in the world! Maybe it's the inbuilt gaydar. Even with Australia voting “yes” in the postal vote for same-sex marriage, these kinds of public displays of affection are not something that you regularly see around Brisbane. But here, we felt that it was completely acceptable and people felt safe to do so without persecution.

    Like any big city, there are many homeless people on the streets of São Paulo. It's almost as if they live in an alternative reality, invisible to the rest of society, as people go about their lives simply stepping over them on the footpaths, and maybe handing them some change every now and then. Standing on a platform at the top of a building looking down onto the streets, Ricky spotted what appeared to be someone's arse in the air. Then a second later, it was confirmed. Yes, we had just witnessed someone shit in the middle of the street. Pretty certain that wasn't on the bucket list.

    On our second day, Paulista Avenue was closed-off to traffic and the streets turned into a party. There were more gays than a pride fair or a mardi gras. And more eccentric people than a Lady Gaga outfit at the Grammys. It made for a great afternoon of entertainment. As we watched an indigenous group from Ecuador play pan-pipes to music that was a fusion of modern and traditional music, the crowd included a guy doing a two-step shuffle. He stood there with a blank look in his eye, as if he was stuck in a k-hole, whilst wearing a jumper in 35 degree weather. Staring at the band, he swayed back and forth or attempted to imitate them, spinning around to the music. Every now and then, he would return to the sideline and rest. But sure enough, he would be up and ready to go again as soon as a new song commenced. He returned a few days later when it was Republica Day, a national holiday to celebrate the overthrow of the Empire of Brazil. This time, he came with his bag of crackers that he munched on like a mouse all day. He was almost as entertaining as the band.

    Another guy danced like a crazed peacock, throwing his hands in the air. At one point, he hijacked an elderly woman in a wheelchair, took her for a dance and spun around the streets. She lapped it up as if she was the star of the show, waiving like the Queen from her wheelchair. His erratic dance moves were punctuated with a flicking of his head and feathered earring to the beat of the music. He too was almost as entertaining as the band.

    The eye-candy on the streets was to die for, as hot, shirtless men filled the streets. What better way to spend the day than staring at the abs of an Adonis, along with a cold beverage! But by the end of our stay, Jason's retinas were damaged and he needed an ophthalmologist. He couldn't handle anymore Brazilian beauties. And if Ricky had a dollar for everytime Jason said "hottest men in the world" Ricky could retire. Jason was also struggling with his new look, which made him now look like Ellen DeGeneres with a beard.

    Apart from ogling the men and enjoying the people-watching along Avenida Paulista, we found time to visit some of the museums in the city, such as the Museum of Art São Paulo (MASP), which had an exhibition on the history of sexuality in art. On our last day, we visited the Modern Art Museum. It was hardly worth the $2.50 entry fee. It was literally one large room with questionable “art” and another smaller room with a video installation of a knitting circle, involving a crying nana – we think she may have dropped a stitch. We also visited the Afro Brazil Museum. We were expecting a museum displaying Afro-Brazilian culture, but we were hard-pressed to find many artefacts and instead it seemed to be more dedicated to Catholicism in Brazil. At least it passed the time before we needed to head to the airport (and it was free).

    São Paulo is notorious for its traffic jams, with over six million vehicles on the roads at peak hour. With this in mind, we left for the airport a little earlier, but this did not settle Jason’s nerves as he stressed about missing our flight. Throughout the journey Jason was constantly calculating the estimated time of arrival, in between conversations with the taxi driver using Google Translate. At one point, the ETA was midnight. Fortunately, the predictions did not eventuate and we made our flight, albeit with little time to spare.

    Next stop: Foz do Iguaçu / Puerto Iguazú

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  • Day1

    Brasil, São Paulo

    July 29 in Brazil

    São Paulo é uma cidade de muitos contrastes. Viajámos como sempre: transparentes nas nossas calças de ganga e t-shirts sem marca. Ninguém te incomoda quando viajas assim. Muito ouvimos falar sobre a segurança na cidade e a violência que nos podia esperar. Não sofremos dela, mas compadecemo-nos com ela. Ao caminhar pelas ruas laterais à belíssima Estação da Luz - projetada por um arquitecto inglês, construída na Escócia e expedida peça por peça para ser montada em São Paulo - vemos a degradação humana numa escala que nunca tinha visto. A pobreza extrema aliada à alienação que o álcool e as drogas trazem, a prostituição descarada com seios de fora e a transação a céu aberto dos pequenos furtos praticados por adolescentes que reportam a homens de ar suspeito, choca a nossa mentalidade europeia. Mas esta é uma visão de fim de tarde, em que o acabar do dia e do fim de semana revelam todos os excessos.
    De manhã bem cedo caminhámos pela Avenida Paulista, onde as famílias de São Paulo, de todas as classes sociais, se passeiam de forma alegre. A avenida fecha por completo a partir das nove até às quatro da tarde. Há muitas artérias da cidade que têm faixas exclusivas para ciclistas ao domingo. Mas aqui, na Paulista, tudo acontece. Desde pequenas manifestações contra testes a animais, a demonstrações de academias de kickboxing ou ginástica, passando por grupos de batuqueiros ou os famosos camelôs, vendendo todo o tipo de itens, tudo é possível. O MASP, com a sua presença forte, tem ao domingo uma feira de antiguidades por baixo da sua imponente plataforma e o moderno IMS, de entrada gratuita, alberga uma bonita biblioteca e várias exposições de fotografia. Vale a pena subir para ter uma visão panorâmica da Avenida no seu fervilhar de gente. Os ciclistas têm uma faixa só para eles neste dia e há várias companhias para alugar bicicletas. Patins em linha e skates são também muito populares por aqui.
    Ao fim do dia Vila Madalena abriu-nos os braços com a sua arte de rua de qualidade e os seus bares e restaurantes descontraídos, de uma decadência propositada e muito trendy. É um bairro jovem e animado com música na rua que pode saltar rapidamente da bossa nova ao pop europeu e americano, mas onde se sentem essencialmente os ritmos do Brasil.

    Caímos de cansaço às nove da noite depois de um dia longo e de 17h de voo que o anteciparam 😇.
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  • Day2

    Sampa streets

    March 23 in Brazil

    Well, actually the pictures don't really show São Paulo (Sampa)'s streets, which is partly because I didn't really feel like pulling out my camera in the crowded city center, and partly because the parks make for much prettier fotos.
    I started of at Parque Ibirapuera, a huge park that's in comfortable walking distance from Felipe's place. Fitness is a big issue here: although it was a weekday and late morning, the park was full of people doing different kinds of exercise. I also visited Museu Afro Brasil, an exhibition about slaves in Brazil.
    When I had finally found out which bus to take, I went to the city center. In between Praça da Sé and Praça da República I allowed myself to get lost in the crowd. As expected, São Paulo isn't exactly pretty, it is rather something like the true face of everyday life.
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  • Day1

    Quick update

    March 22 in Brazil

    Mc current trip through Brazil starts off in São Paulo, where I'm visiting my friend Felipe. We were studying our master's degree together, but he already got back to work in his home country.
    As the picture shows, the weather didn't look very promising in the morning, but despite rain and thunderstorm forecasts, it turned out to be mostly sunny.

  • Day83

    Off The Beaten Track

    February 19, 2016 in Brazil

    Today we head out to a place called Penha, another local bus trip that takes a 20 minutes to get to. We get off the bus and take a short 5 minute walk to a stunning waterfall. There is a huge boulder that has formed part ot the waterfall and people are queueing to slide down it into the pool below. It looks really dangerous so Mark and I climb a little further up and just watch as the young ones compete with each other for who can stay on their feet the longest . There is a young guy who is fantastic and as much as anyone tries , noone is beating him. We decide we ar going to give it a go aand climb down to point where the queue is. My heart is pounding and my knees knocking together( does my insurance cover me for this?) and i take my position on the rock. I am going for the easy route and going down on my backside , the young guy gives me a heling hand (not that i wanted it) and before i know it im in the pool at the bottom. It gave me a good adrenalin rush, but i wont be repeating it. there is a bar at the waterfall and we head over to take a small refreshment. The prices here are quite high so we opt to share a beer and grab a bite to eat later. There is a guy laying acoustic and the waterfalls in the backdro make this jungle setting perfect, but as the day goes on it becomes very busy. Mark and I take a brasilians advise and walk a little further down the road where there is just a random gate he tells us to go to. We enter and make a 10 minute trek down the path. We cant see a way through and I shout through to the family on the rock to ask how we get there. Im sure theyre dead chuffed (not)at the fact the gringos have found the hidden secret but we erch on the rock and start a very broken Portuguese chat. The Brazilians are such kind people and we joke about Mark drinking too much Cerveja, within seconds she returns with a can of ice cold beer for us both, absolutely perfect. We stay here for quite a few hours as you can just sit and watch and listen to the surrroundings. I then get some eye candy (this is allowed if we are wearing sun glasses) , and i just lie on my rock sunbathing (sunglasses on ) admiring the view and of course the waterfall. I knew how beautiful Brazil was from when I visited 8yrs ago but the best part is it never stops surprising me . They're are hidden treasures around every corner and it just keeps getting better and better.Read more

  • Day6

    São Paulo

    February 8, 2017 in Brazil

    So I am now ready to move on from São Paulo up to Recife. SP has been lots of fun but I am looking forward to going to the beach and getting a tan because I am so pale.

    After my first day which was a bit of a shaky start, I met my Brazilian friend who took me to a pre-Carnival pool party. This was really fun although most of the songs were in Brazilian so I was just pretending to singalong. A couple of drinks in though we started making loads of friends and it was a really good evening. Except being the clumsy idiot I am I fell over and twisted my ankle and now it's a little bit swollen 😖

    The next day I met Mariana again and we went for sushi at one of SPs many Japanese restaurants. We went to Tekemaria e Cia which did really good sushi for a fairly reasonable price. We then walked to Ibirapuera Park which is huge and we ended up walking around it nearly 3 times, walking about 20km in one day. When I got back to the hostel the English girls who I met were there and we went out for dinner in Vila Madalena. We ate at this really good place that did the best roast beef with mozzarella, tomatoes and olives. We also got this pulled beef joint which was incredible. Brazil does good meat.

    The next day we made banana pancakes for breakfast with chocolate and mango and went to MASP which is the must see art museum in SP. I do not think we were that impressed with it tbh. After that we walked round the shopping malls, had some lunch and walked to Ibirapuera Park again and this time there was a band playing, I'm guessing they were practicing for Carnival. After Lucy and I came back to the hostel because we were tired and ended up getting some amazing ice cream in Vila Madalena. We were planning on going to a hip hop night but in the end we just stayed and drank in the hostel.

    All in all, I really can't make my mind up about São Paulo. Half of me thinks it's a really cool city with amazing restaurants, nightlife and shopping, especially in Vila Madalena. The other half thinks it's a big anonymous concerete jungle with not much to do in terms of sight-seeing. I am happy I can tick SP off the list but not sure it is somewhere I will return.
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