Á morgunn

Hefði ég viljað byrjað daginn á að gæða mér á bakkelsi og kaffi í djúpum stjól,  með gömlu gufuna í gangi, prjónana tilbúna til orrustu .....með ömmu! Blessuð sé minning hennar, þar á ferðinni var sú allra besta og góðhjartaðasta kona sem sögur fara af.  Ég var heppin að fá hana sem ömmu.

BPF=Best Phone Forever!

I love technology, I really do. I'm a frequent user of the internet, in fact I would say that I spend most of my time, not being in school, studying, training or working, on the computer.  Browsing the internet for blogs, news, gossip, emails, resources and let's not forget: refreshing facebook every two minutes or so. Computers are great, simple as that.
Now, phones on the other hand. They give me bad case of ulcer, which is why I keep mine on vibration. This is something that annoys the crap out of frequent callers of Inam since I'm rarely able to hear my phone and therefore very seldom pick up the phone. But I do usually call back as soon as I see that someone has called....but it does happen that I forget or postpone it till it's too late, dont take it personally! The thing is that I have sever allergy to ringing phones, I really really hate it.
It's such a huge disturbance, lets look at some examples:

• Sitting on the toilet and the bloddy phone starts ringing. It's possible to ignore it for the first 2 rings and then the only thing that comes to mind is how fast one can pull up the pants to not miss the phonecall.
• Sitting with friends at a cafe or a bar and then a phones starts ringing. The conversation about that odd one night stand gets interrupted just before the highlight of the story should come. And since the phone is such an important friend....it usually gets picked up, even though one is surrounded with ones friend.
• In the supermarket, the busy mother is just about to pay for her groceries when the phone goes off.  Instead of gently pressing "ignore", she feels obligated to answer. So japping to a friend and at the same time fishing after her wallet and trying to her the cashier...the whole process just takes so much longer and makes it unpleasent for the rest of the line and the cashier......disrespectful.
• Getting jiggy with your boyfriend (cuddling or whatever thing came to your dirty minds) and the phone goes off.....Seriously folks, how can a phone call outplay your spouse, think about it.

Those four came to mind cause they make my famous eyebrow go into twitch mode. It seems to me that people have become so dependent on their phone that the life around them gets less important when the phone calls for their attention. And I dont want to be dependent on my phone; so I keep it on vibration that way I can quietly ignore it when I'm doing something else...and then I call back when I'm done with whatever I was doing (I might have to alter this attitude slightly when I become a veterinarian....).

I'm not familiar with the phoneculture in Scandinavia but if it is anything like it is here in Denmark, then we can expect that a marriage between an iPhone and a human being will be a completely normal thing. Surely this iPhone is great, it has it all: GPS, music, games, internet, dictionary, any "application" you can think of, plus it looks good. But because it has all this (excuse my france) "crap" people feel obligated to check their phones every 4 seconds. This makes gathering rather odd since there is usually at least one or two who are checking their phones in between beer sips: "Oh, wait I'll just check this one thing", "blipblip, oh that was an email, comment on facebook, sms. I'll check it quickly". For us who are not in a stable iPhone relationship, this can be rather tedious, all of a sudden the ceiling of the bar becomes of interest, the beer glass empties real quick and the last thing to do is to check that big, 5kg nokia hand down from dad...that is: flicking through the phonebook. And this is it...it's not an uncommon sight on cafes to see friends all sitting with their latte, extremely busy ticking away on their iPhone.....nice gathering?! 

My next phone? No idea, some that is not to expensive but works for phone calls, sms and it could be nice to have a camera on it in case I get bored waiting for something or someone...then I can take pictures of myself.

Four boobs on a beach.

I might not have mentioned that I'm in North Jotland, Lonstrup to be more precise, and that it's great with work, work-out, horseback riding and lets not forget a beach and some sun.

So today was my day off and I decided to pretend that I was back in Brazil on my way to Copacabana beach (basically I put my optimistic glasses on). So I strolled down to the beach in short shorts, tank top and bikini underneath...tan time. I lasted two hours and I did get some tan, the only thing was the wind that was waking up my goosebumps every now and then. Still, a beach is a beach and even though it was lacking handsome brazilian men in speedos I managed to get some color (got myself a bit of a tan line which I will keep on working), plus I have a great imagination so closing my eyes and voilá, there I was sipping caipirinha with a  gorgeous man next to me.

So I was lying there in my ugly bikini ( I really need a new one, in case someone wants to give me a present) letting my mind wonder and as I look down I see four boobs...not two, but four.  I have a freakishly huge ribcage that is sticking out. People have also pointed out when I'm lying down that my ribcage is blocking the view of the television (people being ex boyfriends and good friends). I don't know if it's some sort of abnormality but big it is and when I'm lying on my back my ribcage is bigger than my boobs (might say more about my boobs than my ribcage). One theory is that i'm the human form of a grayhound.....they have huge ribcage or I have a big heart that needs a big ribcage for protection, I can't decide which one it is since both are very much possible; fast runner, ridiculously kind...basic.

So in my own boredom on the beach I took a picture of my ribcage. It's big and deep....you might even say that it looks a little bit like a ribcage of an alien, like ET or from one of those alien movies. Of course they dont have this tan that I have but we have the protruding ribcage in common.

So...third theory: Could I be an alien...............



Oh...and it's not because I have big bones. I was told that once and my eyebrow twitched for a week after. Big boned..christ!

Death of an ipod

It's not dead yet but it sure is getting senile, I turn it off and in two seconds it is turned on again playing some song that I surely did not ask for. Nem good....because my ipod is my all time exercise buddy...in fact it's my all the time buddy. Whenever I go out of the house my ipod follows, secured in my bra playing my favorite music. And now it's giving up on life..sniffsniff.

The only bright side of this matter is that: this could soon be my new exercise buddy:
Ooooo, it's so pretty and it can count your steps and it can do all kinda things that probably says in the manual which i will read and then give you an update.....or not. It's not too cheap but you know, when I say that I need shoes....that's just hallucination most of the time, but an ipod is something I cannot live without, that's just how it is.  I need to have something in my ears when I jog, when I exercise, when I bike to school, when I do grocery shopping.....I walk better when I listen to music, its true!!!

So, if my oldie doesnt get back on track, i'll be accepting this new exercise buddy into my life.

Trainramble

I don't hate children, of course not, I was one before. But I don't care very much for them at least not when they're behaving badly or when they're crying or being loud. They're more or less adorable when they're being cute and funny and they're really cute when they're sleeping.

Now, I'm sure this can mostly be blamed on the parents. You see, it's the parents that let their children run around in; supermarkets, malls, train (like in this case) or any were where there is open space. And they (the parents) probably think it's really cute that their kids are having fun in the public places (or they're to lazy to approach it and discipline their kids) but the case is that we that happen to be around, we don't all appreciate these children running around shouting and being all loud. You don't see me taking my dogs of the leash where there is load of people, letting them run around barking, sniffing and pissing around the place. And i'm pretty sure that if I did, some square minded bugger would call the police or dog-catcher or something. I know what you're thinking; dogs can be dangerous, it's not really fair to compare the two things. Ok, point taken but so can children, it's easy to trip on them when they're on the loose and it is kinda in a way Ok to compare it; both need discipline and both kinda have an "owner".

But it is very odd, that people think that when they bring their kids along they can just let them loose..?
"Right we're here in this cafe and I'll just let my little kid here run around....I mean there is no danger, it wont be able to go out on the street, so I'll just sip on my latte and talk to my friends while the kid gets it exercise". No....doesn't work that way! See, I came to drink my coffee and enjoy my little piece of chocolate along with it and I can probably speak for many when I say that it's really hard when there is a toddler running around the café bumping into about anything that is possible to bump into. Dont mind the mother bringing the kid to the café to meet up with friends but then keep the kid under control....

Again, I dont hate kids. I just think that parents could try to keep them a little more under control. Some discipline doesn't kill anyone. And polite, moderately disciplined children are just so much more pleasant than little terrorist running around with drool on their t-shirts and crazy-glow in their eyes.

I'll probably have a kid at some point in my life (unless I settle with dogs and cats, which I must say, that at the moment, I enjoy much more, they're furry and sweet and it takes max 1 week to teach them how to use the "toilet") and it's probably going to be a little, loud and hyper terrorist if it would take some from me. But hopefully I will be able to keep it under control when around other people so that they can enjoy their coffee, train-trip, air-trip, boat-trip, supermarkets and all that.

And next time I'm buying a ticket in the quiet section.

Oh, and all baby people and parents out there, dont get offended. Your kids are probably totally awesome!

On a move

Once again, I've packed my bags, found a place to stash them and I'm off again. Seems like me and Copenhagen don't really click as most things went wrong that could go wrong. Surely there were some good times; there is always good times were miss Frida is but unfortunately shit was hitting the fan quite frequently and there is only so much one bothers to deal with.

When I left Budapest I was super excited about settling in Denmark (actually I was super excited about going to Brazil) to finish my studies, find a handsome  boyfriend (since there is not such a great variation of men in Budapest, no offence!) and finally perhaps get a job and get a life here. I have more or less aborted those ideas, the whole thing with finishing the school....well, that mission is a mission of a lifetime and since I am able to do it in less than a lifetime in Budapest I think i'll do that. Finding a boyfriend....well...I still have time for that later in life and I believe I need a country that is warm, people and weather wise.

So what's happening now: I'm getting a move on to Jylland were I'll be working with Frida's mother in her gallery. That will be a nice change from Copenhagen, been a fecking wreck half of the time here...got a great diet out of the whole thing and bigger jeans....Dunno how positive that is. So for one month I'll be chilling (working) in the country side, chewing on straws and swearing like a Hill Billy! After Jylland-> Iceland and the awesomness of people i've got there.

How long....no idea! After that.......If all goes as planned I'll be heading back to East-Europe to rule the streets there. And in the future I think I'll keep Copenhagen on the visit list.

Realizing one's self!

I have the attention span of a 3 month old puppy, patiency that lasts aprox 2 min and a temper that sometimes reminds of the temper of a hippopotamus!

How did I figure this out? I'm just clever like that + I just started watching a movie when I thought about this thing (attention span).

Cravings

Sushi

Thai food

Indian food

Lebanese food

Vapiano

Oh...ohmnom. I want. My salivary glands are working at the speed of light at the moment and I'm having problems not drooling all over my desk. 

Perhaps I should get of my lazy ass and cook something for a change?

Hair

I'm trying to plan my future, one way is to figure out what I'm doing with my hair. At the moment it's long and thick and it shines. I really like it so I think I'm maybe forced to keep it long for a little longer. So I was thinking that before I go into some dramatic changes I would like my hair to look something like Penelopes Cruz. I wouldn't mind looking like Penelope...or well, having Penelopes husband....but that's  a far fetched dream so I'll settle with the hair. She's stunning and her hair is definitely one of the things that make her as stunning as she is.  So, I might go for the layered hairstyle next time I go to the hairdresser.

But for the future....It's necessary to change hairstyles once in while...nothing more boring than getting stuck in one. So I've been thinking what happens after my long layered hairstyle era. Right now I only have to ideas of what will happen to the mane when changes need to be done.

1. Shoulder length. I've had it before and it looked pretty great, especially when it was blow dried. Problem is that I cannot be bothered blow drying my hair every morning, it's too much of a hazzle for a person who rolls out of bed only to have time to drink a quick coffee before rushing out to where ever I need to go (often with toothpaste on the lips and different coloured socks).  But it's not that bad and shoulder length can be pulled back into a ponytail....
I really like this hairstyle of Heidi....it ranks high on my list of potential future hairstyles.




2. Boycut. It's bold and it's very unlikely that I'll go for it. I used to have totally short hair when I was younger. I was also skinnier back then and I worked at a old-peoples place....they often thought I was a boy. It's fab when it's newly cut and then it's just annoying and strange when it starts growing out, which also means that one needs to visit the hairdresser more frequently. And I try to limit those visits to once to twice a year....so well, I kinda have the answer right here. But it's also cool and totally different from what I've had the last years. This look is adorable. But she also manages too pull off every single look in the book; long, short, shaved, you name it and she will look good with it.

So I really need to figure out what will happen after the layered period. But I will definitely enjoy my long hair a little bit longer. Swinging it back and forth, tying it up in big knots, braiding it and all that. It's also pretty great to see how far a girl can go by playing with her hair.....

Must love dogs

and cats and horses and cows and and and.

I love dogs, dogs love me it's a love relationship that works. I just got a new work where I am taking care of some dogs...and it's great. After one day I got all the love one needs for a day. You pet them they love you, you feed them they adoooore you. A dog will never betray you or be mean to you, in fact they'll come and comfort you when the sads hits in.

I've had dogs around since I was a kid. My very best friend was a golden-retriever-labrador mix, Mökkur Gentle giant: black and curly.  I would cuddle that dog for hours, lie with it on the floor and scratch it. And when I had problems or had the sads I would dig my face into the fur and cry a little bit and Mökkur would stay there until it was over. Best friends. I'm pretty sure that it was an extra kind dog...one reason is probably the fact that my grandmother was the one who had it and she was the best person ever lived!!

In addition to the gentle giant, there has been a small silky terrier with huge temper;Lufsa, beautiful red, slightly neurotic Irish setter; Óskar and then the mother and daughter that are still going strong despite old age and epilepsy; Kría and Aþena. It has happened on numerous of cases that I have leaned on them...And it's easier to get comfort from dogs for some reason, no talking is required.

During my studies the last years I have missed having a dog, or a cat. I have been forced to lean more on people... and I dont know if I find it helpful.

What I'm trying to say is that dogs are great. They love you to the end of the world and they will still love you if you step on their tail. They will forgive your mistakes and they're always happy to see you and enjoy nothing more than spending time together.

guys??

Alice

I feel a little like in Alice in Wonderland these days....

Stumbling upon gems

I love it when I'm introduced to a musician that I instantly fall for. Sometimes it's friends that play it while cooking nice meal (or whatever), other times it's in the supermarket or even in an annoying advertise that one can discover some good music.

And I truly enjoy sharing my favorites with people, but mostly if they also like it. It's kinda crap when you get a dirty side eye after playing the favorite song of the month and a "Yea, ok great, can you turn this suffering cat down".

Carla Bruni

My lates obsession which is basically on repeat, at home, on my bike, during troubled times, during funny times was introduced to me by my very favorite Miss Frida aka Alegria aka Frits Gruntel.  It's the ultimate feel good music (now, my french really is bad but the sound of this music makes my toes tingle).  It is none other than the wife of the french president;  Carla Bruni.  Not only does she have a silk soft voice and her songs are so feel good that I swear to god,  the grumpiest party pooper starts farting butterflies. She's also gorgeous, so in case you don't like her music you most likely will like her looks.  And if you like neither thenjust close this window and get back to what you were doing.

And to end my praising I will have to share one of her gems and I think this one totally fits me.....well most of the times:
Can you feel your toes tingle already?

PDA

Public Display of Affection. Something that bothers me to the fingertips, when people can't get their mouth to separate in public places, or if they can't get their hands of each other. They have special places for these things; privacy of once home.  Don't get me wrong, love and affection is a pretty thing and I'm not saying that a couple in love should not go around showing their affection.....but in a moderate way.  But come to think of it, why is it that they feel the need to kiss each other on every single corner, every time they're parting for the day (the day, not the whole month).  Is it to remind every one around that they are a couple and they still are indeed very much into each other, is it to remind them self that they're a couple or are they really going to miss each other so much for the next 8 hours that they need to seal it with a kiss.

Maybe I'm misunderstanding the whole thing, maybe this is the norm and I just don't get it.  Generally I'm not a big fan of close contact; full body contact such as hugging makes me turn into a stone and I usually stand there, holding my breath waiting for the good-minded people to let me go. It's not because I was never hugged as a child (hehe, no torn childhood that can explain that), in fact I probably won the family lottery, it's just that I dont like people coming to close and holding me in some kind of a sumo-grip. So as one might expect, I'm not too keen on showing public display of affection. It's just not my thing. I don't need people around me to know if I'm affectionate to the person in question. The only person who needs to know that is the person that is receiving my affection......in the privacy of my home.  

There is also another reason for the fact that I'm not really into doing PDA. When I'm faced with the situation of being around two people that are a couple (or something of that kind) and they seem to be engaged in checking each others tonsils and pockets, I really don't know what to do with myself. I start staring really hard at the sky, excessively checking my nails or digging deep in my bag hoping to find something of interest, yet knowing it contains nothing but a wallet.  Embarrassed...that's what they call it I believe. And there are many feelings I choose over being embarrassed.

I can't decide if this hugging/close-contact phobia of mine is bad or nothing to be bothered about. Doesn't really bother me so much until someone approaches with their arms wide spread ready to smother me in hugs....then I get a bit freaked.  But don't get me wrong, if a good friend needs a hug...I surely will set my uncomfort aside and give them a hug, of course.
And just because I dont do PDA doesn't mean I'm lacking affection...I just don't put it on a platter for random John to view.

Oh...hold on! I just remembered, I can hug my dogs and horses real good and for a long time. Forget about this whole piece here. I'm aborting the hug-phobia theory....

Diets; what to eat and what not to eat

Since puberty I've been relatively obsessed with weight, diets and my looks (looks being my body and the amount/lack of fat/muscles covering it).  As a teenager I was twice as dramatic as I am now so instead of choosing a healthy way of staying in shape (not that I had to think about staying in shape, being a gymnast and training 5 times a week)  I chose a rather unhealthy way for both body and soul.  The way I "chose" is unfortunately a way many young girls take and some recover while others are not as lucky. I'm not going to waste space or time writing about how my self destructive diet developed or how I got over it. 

Today I eat and I like it. I wouldn't say that my eating habits are totally normal but a stranger would not find me odd at the dining table. I am still very aware of what I am eating and I'm always trying to find the diet that suits my lifestyle and it's hard. 

I can understand how people get confused about what to eat and what not to eat. The amount of tricks and tips out there are so numerous that there is no way of getting to know all of them, and the annoying part of it is that they are all so different. Which one is right? Who is more reliable: a doctor, a nutritionist or a personal trainer? I get lost in the whole lot. One day someone says that eating fruits and veggies is the best way of staying in shape and even loosing those extra unwanted pounds, the next day another someone says that it's meat that we should focus on. How can it be that experts have not agreed on this matter; we all have the same anatomy, our physiology doesn't differ so dramatically that one person should eat something completely different from the next (obviously I am talking about healthy individuals who are not suffering any diseases that require special diet needs). 

Lets look at some examples:

a) Diets that consists mostly of meat or fish. The explanation is rather...well to me it's a bit off: The cave men got most of his energy from animal source. Well, reality check; it's 2011 and we don't have to go out for a hunt and hope it will last for the next week. And it is very likely that our digestive system has undergone some changes during the last million years with changed diet.  It is also believed that the "cave men" did indeed eat fruits and vegetables as well, since hunting didn't always go as wanted.

b) Raw food diet. I have never fully understood that. Don't get me wrong, I dont cook everything that finds its way to my fridge, I am fully aware of the fact that boiling veggies results in the destruction of enzymes. BUT and it's a capslock but, because today we are (unfortunately) faced with a huge risk of developing foodborne diseases caused by undercooked/unprocessed food.  Raw food can be cooked...up to 40°C which is an optimum temperature for the growth of many live threatening bacteria. Seems rather stupid to me, I mean to risk ones health like that...and I really don't get the whole idea behind it. If you do, please fill me in on the details. 

So, that's that. It's hard today to find a suitable diet. Every day we are introduced to a new magic trick to lead a healthy lifestyle, to loose that flab of the tummy, to get a bikini bod for summer. Every day some scientist found out that this or that is harmful and makes us fat or that this or that trace element is the key to a perfect body. I can go through a whole week changing my mind every day about which new lifestyle I should follow; tomorrow I'll start drinking green tea, tomorrow I'll stop eating bread, today I'm going to start ...blablabla. 

I eat a little bit of everything...or that is my believe. And when I say everything I mean everything except for meat. I haven't had it for more than 12 years and I see no reason starting up now, perhaps I will later in life but as it is now I don't miss it at all. Surely I can be annoying when it comes to food; I dont want suger in my oatmeal, I cannot deal with too much oil when cooking, white bread is not welcome in my grocery bag, I can only drink milk if it's in my coffee....(nothing major).

A little bit of everything is the key. It's silly to rule out the good stuff; like chocolate, wine and quality cheese. Of course one has to have some limitations and it's actually those limitations that make the "bad stuff" so much better. After a week of good food behavior it is so great it to sit down with some wine, chocolate (candy) and just enjoy......I can't wait for friday! 

Wake up and smell the......

I forgot to mention that me and my mother were told that there was no way I could be her daughter being black and her not being married. The kid was 13 years old......nuf said!

In Iceland

I don't get the weather here. This nation must have done something real serious to piss of the queen of karma.

But the water from the tap is good...that's kinda nice and the shower I took at the gym yesterday was ultranice, so powerful that I got a semi massage.

Going back to Denmark tomorrow, wouldn't mind if that flight would continue a little further south!

I've got a crush

I never really understood when people say that they've fallen in love with a city. How in the.....can you fall in love with a city...Well, I think I'm pretty close to being in love with Rio de Janeiro and all it has to offer! It's the best city I've ever been to and I wouldn't have thought that I would miss it as much as I do.  It's got everything; the sun loves it so it spends most of it's time there, the people are so nice (and pretty) and if you stop them and ask for help they will give up on what they're doing to be able to help, the parties are the best ones I've ever been to and I could go on praising for pages.

So now I'm here in Copenhagen were not only is the climate cold but the people are rather icy as well. So you can see how I'm suffering from "lack of warmth depression". I want to wear hot pants, tank top and flip flops and sip on a mango juice.

I know that it's different to be on a vacation and actually living somewere...but I'm pretty sure that I could live in Rio until and if something better would come a long. I would at least want to give it a try.....so perhaps I should work towards that! Forever tanned, I want to be forever tanned!!!

And so it goes; I've got a major crush on a city!

Facing the truth

We´re back in Rio after aprox. one month of traveling and it´s so nice to be back.

Now, before I start writing about the trip in the amazona I am going to have to tell you all about the truth mentioned in the title. So...here goes, actually this video might describe it to some point: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9N6jHsAU63g. Dont look at me this way, at least I have the guts to admit it.
I do like the nature and most (not mosquitos and parasites) that comes with it BUT after being out in the nature for a day I do prefer a hot shower, clean clothes, clean bed and even a nice G&T.  And I had totally forgotten about the fact that Miss Yasin is not the camping type.. at all. I dont like sleeping in a tent and when (or if, cause they dont ask any more) my friends ask if I want to go on a camping tour which involves sleeping in a tent and pissing in an outside public toilet my right eyebrow starts twitching. This I had forgotten about... which is strange since non in my family likes camping. My father would not for his life crawl inside a tent even for a quick look, similar story goes with my brother. My mother on the other hand tends to forget her dislike on camping, like myself and goes, returning promising herself that that tour was the last one.

Now, on to the tour. We were walking in Manaus (crap city) lookin for a raincoat because it tends to rain a lot in crappy cities (karma). Well we walked passed a hotel and decided to ask in there. A spookey looking german dude welcomed us with a story of a nice tour. And we decided to go and get some more details, turned out the tours are all more or less the same, the only difference is how far down in price one can go. And with this one we could go far below he set price so ofcourse we jumped.
Early next morning we were picked up by a guy who new about the icelandic vikings and the stories (impressing). We went to the office to leave our bags and meet the rest of the folks joining the tour: Two italian guys; Salvatori and Nico (we still dont know if they were a couple or what) and then an israeli couple; Nomi and Nilli (very much in love).
Now we had to get to the lodge, and I think this was the beginning of my misunderstanding...see I thought lodge was a word for something fancy...well it´s not. A car ride, a boat ride on the  black Rio Negro where it then meets the white Solimoes River. We actually saw it better on the way back but it is pretty awesom. The two rivers dont mix at all so it´s possible to see a clear line between the two. The reason for this is that there is a temperature difference, pH difference and speed difference. On the black river side there is not so much animal life and fewer mosquitos while on the white one there is a more change to see animals and get eaten my mosquitos. And we wanted to see animals with all the consequences. After the boat ride there was another car ride and then a boat ride.

And now we were in the "lodge". We had a very nice lunch: beans, rice, fish, salad, fresh orange juice and all that jazz. And that was also the only day we had such a nice meal...After we had been fed and were happy we were interduced to our guide: Damien. Damien was from Gayana (I know, I didnt know about that country either but it´s north of Brazil and it used to be British Guinea....I recommend Google for further info). He looked like a real indian, with long hair and alllll!!! After he had told us the whole plan (which I immediatly forgot) we were taken to our rooms. And that´s when I realised that a lodge is nothing fancy. At least we had a bed and didn´t have to stay in hammock, "always look at the bright side of life". We picked our bed and then we were ready for the first adventure: Fishing for piranya.
The dress code was long sleeves and long trousers..and you know why? Because there were going to be many mosquitos. So we went on our little boat on which we would spend most of our time on. Boats are nice and cosy. We sailed down the river with huge trees on each side and caymans (crocodile) hiding in the watergrass (or what it´s called). Before we entered the flooded forest, we changed to our long stuff and sprayed an unnatural amount of insect repellent on us and then we were ready to rumble. There are so many sounds in the forest...animals everwere calling each other, setting up a date or another kind of meeting. Our guide told us that it would probably be a good idea to be silent (hehe...). Then we came to the fishing point. The fishing gear consisted of a stick with a string and chicken skin. Everybody got a fish...except for me, those crappers were just eating the chicken of my hook instead of taking a proper bite and getting stuck. We stayed at the same place for quite some time and then figured that we had done more of feeding than fishing, it was time to change place. And that´s when I cought one...yesss!!! But in all honesty, I dont understand how people can find this amuzing: sitting with a piece of stick waiting for a stupid fish to catch the bate. My patiency doesn´t really allow that kind of thing...nono!

In the evening we had our dinner: beans, rice and chicken (well not for me). After being fed we went for aligator spotting or actually their called cayman and are a bit smaller. It was pitch black outside and the stars were really in the spotlight. The sky was so pretty.....Our guide, somehow, managed to spot the caymans with only his flashlight. By scanning the place with the flashlight it was possible to see the reflection of their eyes....and then he caught one with his bare hands. So quick...one and then he had it in his hands. A baby one, cause the adult ones can get real big..up to 4 meters. Dont think the guide would have been able to catch that one, it would probably have been the opposite way.
But it was mega cool to see.

To be continued......

ps. It´s so good to be back

Easy is often best

We´re in Manaus.

It´s so different. The people look totally different then the ones in Rio and Salvador...in fact many of them are indians. Running around with a bow and an arrow, shoutin whoolwhoola...or almost. The city is also very different...Now I´m not familiar with this city at all but it seems as if it is a lot poorer, which could be the case since in 30 years they´ve gone from having a population of around 200.000 to 2 million. If you really wanna know more about it, google it.

We arrived this morning, tired and frozen since the theme of the flight was the northpole. I can understand that people like use air condition since it is quite warm, but they took it to another level in this plane. It was freeeeezing, I looked like friggin Rudolf the whole flight, 5 hours.

Spent the day walking around the center and saw everything the guidebook tells one to see in aprox. 3 hours. And that was about it...thank god we could change our flight back to Rio two days earlier, don´t know what we could have done here for 7 days. And about that....it´s amazing what three girls can do when they put they´re charm together. We managed to get the flight changed without paying any taxis, so only the difference between the two flights. It only took some cleavage showing shirt and a winkwink.

We also managed to bargain the price for the trip we´re about to take tomorrow. Which is by the way gonna be awesom. Boat trip, fishing, aligators, sloths, jungle and all that jazz the next four days. I´m praying that the mosquitos will find some other victim than me to bite...surely there must be someone with sweeter blood than me. But to be on the safe side we bought some garlic and that´s gonna be our snack, we´re gonna smell gorgeous, only bad thing is that if we come across a handsome vampire they´ll run away.


Right now we just came from what I believe has been the best meal of this trip. Just thinking about it makes my salivary glands go whambam. We were not really planning on having dinner since our lunch experiance was soo bad. But then we came to this outside "resturant" were they were grilling some exotic fish and not so exotic chicken and decided to live a little and try it out. So we ordered two half fish (which according to my mathematic knowledge would make one fish). It took some time to grill it there on the street but patiently we waited. And then it came and good grace and all the angels above.....it was heavinly. The fish literally melted when it touched the tongue.....sooo good! After we had pealed all the meat of it, Miss Frida whipped out her disecting skills and took out the brain (she didn´t eat it though), and it was during the disection that she noticed that this was that kind of fish we had seen at some tv show earlier in Copenhagen. The fish with HUMAN TEETH. It´s crazy...they look just like human teeth and are extremely strong. Just googled it now and found out that it´s called Pacu fish, ugly as fuck but quite interesting though.


Ok...I really wanted to make this look nice but I cannot, for my life, be bothered figuring out how to do that. Will do that later. But yea...that´s what I had for dinner and enjoyed like it was my first and last meal. Mmmm...

Should get my ass to the prison room and pack my things for the aaamazonas. Plus the guy in the reception is wathcing some really cheesy brazilian soap and I´m starting to think he might have some hearing problems since it´s on the highest volume....

Next time folks, in rio!

Liar liar pants on fire

My scars have made me one of the best storyteller (or liar) of 2011. Perhaps I will even be mentioned in storybooks later on.

The latest story:

Two capoeira dudes, one from Italy and the other from somewere else, on a capoeira training came to be with a trouble look on their face:
"What happen to your arms?"
I responded: "It was a polar bear attack up in the glaciers in Iceland". Luckily they didn´t really get it so when they joked around and asked if it had been a surfaccident (whaaa.....) in Iceland I saw my opportunity. So I put up a very triste face and here it goes:
Me: "I had a samurai boyfriend"
Italian guy with his jaw hitting the ground: "Oh...and he cut you like this, why..what did you do so he do this to you"
Me: "Nothing, there are many mad people in this world we live in"
Italian guy: "And the police take him...lock him up?" The somewhere else guy: "Is he in jail?"
Me:"Nope, he´s dead. Shot him" (Ok...i just realised there that I might have gone to far with my lie but....)
Somewere else guy: "Oh...he´s dead. Did the police shoot him?" (yess...they misunderstood me)
Me: "Yup...I mean he was a maniac."

And here the conversation faded away since we should practice some more....

BWAHAHAH.....really?? Samurai boyfriend...really...? Maybe it´s mean though...people are asking genuinly and I´m making up stories like there is no tomorrow...aaaaa no! It´s not mean..it´s funny!

Laters...from the girl with the ex-samurai boyfriend, íííííha!

Killer surfboard....

Itacaré has been without alcohol. My body is so happy....especially my liver. It´s jumping around like it has just won the lottery.

We live in a little pousada (house with many rooms, cheap and nice) where we are the only guests (more breakfest for us...hell yeah). And the owners have this adorable, hyperactive dog, Ringo. That dog relaxes aprox. 5 min a day and the other 23 hours it´s running around, jumping, barking and playing, must be hard in this heat. 

So what we´ve been doing here is mostly recharge the battery since carneval, workout to get the beerstomach away and enjoy the good weather. 

Early on monday we decided to try surfing. Woke up before any normal person does and walked towards the surfinstructer. First thing we had to do was to carry the board to the surfspot (and yes, I know I sound like a professional...but that´s because I aaaaam). I could believe that that is probably one of the most BORING thing about surfing, especially to carry it back after the whole surfingsession.

First the guy ( I will call him Surfie) talked about the waves, how to get up on the board and the history of surfing (thats when I was close to falling a sleep). After yapping away for a good half an hour we finally went out to the sea and got on to it. Surfie would help us catch the wave and then it was our own job to get up on our feets....wasn´t to hard and it was also quite ok to balance on it (thank you gymnastics and endless trainings on the horrible beam). After Surfie had pushed us in the waves a couple of times me and Maria changed boards....puff..hers was so much harder to get on and balance on plus it had some serious aggression problems going on. First it attacked my thigh and left a big, blue, swollen bruise on it. But that wasnt enough...nono, after a little while it went for my heart. Seriously....with a mega force it attacked my chest (between my boobs to be more precise) and I´m pretty sure it was going for my heart. But I did not surrender but kept on going for some time.

It´s so much fun and so much adrenalin kick but I can see it could take one a very long time to become good and I´m, known to be pretty low on patiency. But surely I will try it again...and perhaps I should come back  to brazil (soon) and do a surftrip and then leave as a Surferchick Inam......and get dreadlocks...and learn how to play the guitar... so I´d leave as Douchchick Inam.

Leaving for Salvador tomorrow and then to the jungle....I got a hot date with tarsan. 

Over and out polarbears

Ps. The bruise is still on my thigh and it´s still big and still painful aaaand my heart aches..lalala

Douchbags with guitars, surfers and other animals

We´re in Itacare. Here people walk around with their guitars, dreadlocks or long hair, mellow grin on their face because of their love for life along with surferdudes with their six packs and board. It´s like from a bad teenage movie! Dont get me wrong...the place is nice and the beaches are nice and all.....but there is only so much you can take of douch....But the capoeira here is good and yesterday we had a very good roda! I literally got swept of my feet, flew in the air and crashed on my ass on the floor, its a good thing i have a good ass....other wise bones would have broken. But those guys were gooooooood!

We had a minor problem getting here....Got on a boat to the wrong place. Ok, solved that problem by taking a minibus. Frida got harassed by some guy who had had one to many drinks and kept shouting offensive comments at her. She got safed by a blue eyed prince in a minibus. When we got the bus station to get to itacare....there were no more buses. Great....this was a bigger problem.
But...luckily we met the most annoying person that has walked on this planet and all decided to take a bus to the closest place and from there jump on a taxi. Good...done and done. But after the four our busdrive we had to spend one hour with her in the taxi......that was one hour of my life that I lost and suffered. Ugh...what a person!! She is just the definition of CRAP. And that´s also the only thing she could talk...CRAP!

Finally we then got here...had our room already reserved and now we´re enjoying the sun (that was not supposed to be here but me and frida said that it would...awesom we are) and will soon take surferlesson. It´s gonna be interesting to see how long my patiency will last. I´ll probably end up braking the surfboard, swearing till my throats gets sore and then state that surfing is only for douchbags. But no worries..I´ll let you know.

Until then....enjoy the snow and the wind and the rain. I´m off to get a fresh juice and sip it with a straw in the sun.....Booooyacasa!

Carnaval and madness

I´m back...and I apologize to all my fans out there that I havent been writing....the reason is that I´ve been too busy exploring parties and other good stuff.

Now, I´ll try to fill you up on the things that have happened the last two weeks.

The saturday before Maria (a friend from frida) should arrive we went with our mega friend, Fumasa to one of the funniest parties I´ve been to in a long time. We started off by having a little get together at our apartment and then went on to a crazy samba club. After we´d been shaking our asses to that music we were off to the next place.....the gas station next door. And there we stayed along with the gays (yes the gays meet at the gas station, open the trunk of the car and then blast George Micheal and other classics) for 4 hours. Good times.

Sunday was time to pick Maria up from the airport and as the health was rather hungover we rushed home, changed into beachwear and dozed on the beach for the whole day.

And now I´ll get to the good stuff!!! CARNAVAL.

Holy maccaroni....I can understand when brazilians say that they live for carnaval. It´s the best, craziest party ever. And the best thing is that one wakes up in the early, gets on the beer until around midnight and then...yeah well obviously it depends on the person in question but then people go home or they continue.
Fumagoamigo aka Fumasa took us to so many good parties. We only joined the Blocos and ofcourse we only went to the best and the biggest ones (it seems like all of them are since that´s what our friends kept on saying: You have to go to this one cause it´s the BEST AND THE BIGGEST ONE). But I´ll admit that they were all big and they were all good. Running around with thousands of people, drinking beer and caipirinha and tequila and whatever there was, singing, dancing, shouting along with the trucks that are blasting the carnaval music.....what can I say. I could come here every year for it.

There was one in particular that was very funny. We woke up so early and went to have a mega good breakfast. We decided to dress up in nice dresses and wear a mustage...Well, lets just say that the mustage gave us quite a lot of attention. People were laughing and pointing, high fiving and all that jazz. I obviously assume this is because of our share beauty. The bloco took place in Centro and it was just perfect, we met so many nice people...I met the future father of my children (only thing is that his sight is bad....does it run in the genes) and we were running around telling lies and enjoying the good weathers. Then we had a crazy metro trip were me and Maria made Frida famous by singing her name and funniest thing was when we then met some guys from the metro and they started singing Frida´s name.....they remembered.
Next bloco was in Ipanema and this is when we decided that I should be called Ipanema. We went to a baywatch party....which was interesting. I think that was my first and last baywatch party. I´ll say they have some good view up there..but I can also tell with most certainty that during carnaval they´re not doing so good job at looking at the sea as they´re too busy getting girls up to their little hut.
We met some funny americans, partied like crazy with the future father of my children and fumagoamigo and by the time we dragged our asses home it we were so tired that we were not sure of our names nor anything else.
And after carnaval I am Ipanema, Maria is topimodel from Denmark and Frida is lobisoma. Privat humour...best humour.

I wont go into details with all the other parties cause that would fit a book but I will add funny points when they come to me. But what I can say is that we partied for 6 days and I can also say that it´s a strain on the body, especially when you´re becoming an old hag like myself. Also we met so many great people that I would like to stick in my suitcase and bring along with....oooor I could just stay.

Right now we´re in salvador staying with a friend whom I met in Iceland. Mister George aka Goggilicious. He was kind enough to lend us his sofa...Next up for us is Itacare where we´re gonna hang out with some douchbags with guitars and learn how to surf......or at least try. After that....amazonas waits for us with all the bugs and parasites and brr....ugh!

I hear it's cold in Europe

Well here you have warm greetings from the beach at Copacabana!

Shake that ass for me shake that ass for me

So here we go: the legendary party on sunday. For the local brazilian it probably was just like any other party but with two random gringas joining, for me.....on the other hand it was...lets say that it was different than anything that I've experianced.

Trip 1:So at 2 PM we left our cosy little apartment to join a goodbye party for one of the capoeira guy who was about to travel to Germany. Without knowing where or how to get to the place we jumped on the bus....and it was boiling. A bus trip in 37 degrees without AC is sweaty to say the least. After some help from a lovely lady on the bus we managed to jump off at the right place, the clothes stuck to our body from the sweating...nice. Then we started walking and walking and walking, stopping every now and then to ask how to get to this street. "Go straight, then to the right and then straight and then to the left and then you´ll come to that street". Great ok, so we did...and found ourself walking basically in the favela...good thing that it was daytime but we were still aware of where we were. We found the right housenumber but then again we found no people...after trying to call some people we gave up and decided that some food and trip 2 would be our only option.

Food mission: I'm not gonna say the food here is crap, cause that would be a lie but I'm also not gonna say that it's great, at least not if you're a leafeating rabbit like myself. But in the end we found this "arabic" resturant. If my family from lebanon would have gone there and had the hoummus and tabuleh that we got....they would have put the place out of business at that moment. It was shite....sorry for the language, but really it was. But it was food and now we had energy to continue our journey to the other place that we had no idea were was. Namely the birthday party.

Trip 2: Now we were supposed to somehow get to the second party....after we had waited for the bus (at the wrong place) for about 10 min our guide through the phone told us to just take a taxi. Done...we went on the taxi but then the taxidriver wasnt sure where the place was. After the driver and the phone guide had exchanged some information in between them (in a very loud manner, I dont understand when people shout on the phone) it seemed that we would get where ever we were supposed to go. But..no. Driver called his friend who also wasnt quite sure about the location so he suggested that the driver would just bring us to his place.....WHAT? Ok, so he was a joker. We made it there...finally.

Party: And this is were the whole thing took a rather funny, amuzing, sassy kinda turn. The party was on the top floor (kinda lika balcony if you can call it that) of the house of the family of the birthday boy who goes by the name Lobisomem (which means wolf or something). The view was amazing. And there were only locals there....shit and my portugese sucks bad. But as most of you know I'm a fan of attention and the two gringas definatly got some attention.
In the beginning we kinda just stood there...I wasn't quite sure where to put my hands nor how to place my legs. In fact..I had no idea how to behave or act or what to do. First of all it seemed as me and Miss Frida were in a winterparty compared to the other girls, who were wearing something that reminds of clothes but one wouldnt really call it clothes....they simply didn't cover enough to go by that name. Second of all our curves were very very poor compared to the others. In fact...I looked more like a 10 year old who went to the wrong birthdayparty. Then we got some beers (and they by the way kept on coming for the whole evening and night) and as you know beers makes you loosen up a bit; remark that I say a bit. At this point serious ass shaking and posing for cameras started. Now, I consider myself to be...well how will I put this...I'm not sure. Anyway....these girls in their small outfits with boobs and bums trying to escape the material on them, seriously know how to shake. I just stood there thinking...."How is this even possible". Going all the way down and then staying there shaking their body like there was no tomorrow and then up again and shaking there and then left and right and south and west.
And the beer kept on coming...now my courage to speak portugese had appeared and though it was wrong in every single way I kept on babbling (well a bit) while still keeping my eye on the dance scenario going on. At one point I was pulled out to the dancefloor because "You cannot stay in Brazil without learning samba", so I tried...but I've got an issues with following the gentlemen...I'm more of a leader. As the night proceeded me and Miss Frida had various dance lessons....then the beer was over.

Beerless...not possible. So off we went with some friends on beer and nutrient mission. Pizza and beer was the choice of nutrition and if I remember correctly I even think there was football on in the TV (yes, there is tv in every single resturant). More beers and at one point Miss Frida went out to buy some smokes, next thing I know she's waving to me holdin a machine gun in her other hand.....Turns out she had met some policemen outside and they were kind enough to let her try on the gun....whoohaa!

After eating and sipping we went on to a Baila-Funk party. O wow....what can I say! I can imagine what you're thinking when I say funk party, well let your mind wander 100 miles beyond that and you might be slightly on the right way. It was: hot, sweaty, horny, wet and there was a dress code: wear as little as possible. We ordered buckets of bears (to keep hydrated) and here we got a privat lesson from Lobisomems sister on all the dancestyles: funk (rubbing against the other gender, basically..well with some hip twisting and turning), samba and the story goes on. She was a mega master in the whole thing and pretty good teacher as well and on top of all that she was super sweet and pretty. We stayed in the baila-funk party for three hours and for three hours we danced, drank beer that got evaporated almost immediatly from our skin and more or less tried to behave like a real carioca....ah., well dont know about that. Because it was so late when we finally left the place we stayed at Lobisomems place. Apparantly it's not a good idea to take a taxi at 6 in the morning.
The trip home on monday morning was dreadful...it was so warm, the hangover was so bad, the trip took 2,5 hours and the busdriver drove like he had gotten his bloody driving licence on the internet. But we made it and the last steps to our lovely apartment were like the last steps of this life. Monday was spent half unconcious in bed with the fan on full until it was time for a training. I lie not when I say that my sweat probably tasted like beer after that training.

In the end I must admit that I enjoyed the whole scenario. It's fun to be able to go out, let your hair down and shake and swing (and lets be honest here, it's done in a different way here than in europe). Brazilians know how to party, that's for sure. And the key words: hot, sweat, shake and rub!!

Thats a first

Now I've always been relatively obsessed of staying fit and all that jazz. And I've always consider myself to have a good amount of boobs and bum. Well.....in this country I'd need to add a lot on both to catch the attention of the male animals. Both are way below average.....not gonna try to change, god no. I'll live with my small bum and boobs and when I return to Europe I'll be on the avarage line again.

I'll write a little later about the pretty awesome night we had yesterday. We were at a local party of one of the capoeira guys who had a birthday. There was some serious amount of ass-shaking and me and Frida got a privat teacher to teach us the right mover. Needless to say I looked like a 10 year old compared to all those hooche mamas with their tight inyminy hotpants and even smaller tops, hugging every single curve on their body....well if they were not on exposure.

Later on that!

Learning through experiance

When staying in another country one becomes pretty alert about the environment, the people and the every day life. So far this is what i've picked up on:

a) Every 3rd person on the street has a tattoo
b) Looks are number 1, 2 and 3....so good bodies are seen frequently.
c) Because it's so warm those good bodies are easily viewable due to the lack of clothes (or the small amount of clothes).
d) Big bums are common and popular on girls.
e) The men on the street think that our name is Linda....(muhahaha...this is such a funny joke).
f) Leave the shyness at home...there is no space for it.
g) The bus drivers drive like there is a woman in labour somewere and all of us should witness the birth of the babie.
h) The swimwear are made by a stingy person, who is saving the material. 1000 bikinis of 1,5 meter of material. You can imagin how small they are.
i) Caiprinha are not only tasty but they're about 40%.....oh and the bottle is less than 3 euros. So you must assume that me and the Miss Frida re in heaven. Mostly cause we're friggin osssom in making them!!!
j) Sex is no secret. If you want it you ask for it or simply go for it..hence Miss Frida witnessed some relatively messed up people gettin out of the toilet and they had not yet put their clothes in place....classy!
k) If you're feeling desperate (and me and the miss Frida don't feel like that because of our fabulousness) you just go into the sea un Copacabana and swim towards the next male or female and you're set!

I will keep on adding to this list, so keep updated!

Death of camera and other stories

My camera gave up on life, should have known this was going to happen since it's night sight had already gone bad and sometimes it wouldn't wake up at all. Then there came the day that it just didn't wake up from it's sleep. Well...obviously I can't go without a camera so me and Miss Frida went to Centro and purchased a brand new one, shiny and pretty. To tell you a word or two about Centro: during day it's busy, people on the streets selling goods and no goods, going to work or taking a stroll. At around 6 PM people rush to the metro and get themself out of Centro, because during the night the crooks come out. We drove through it on our way from the airport and it looked like no mans land, totally empty!

We've also been on a "favela"\forest tour. We had just had one to many caipirinha the night before so we woke up around 1 hour before the tour was SUPPOSED to start (of course it then went 1 hour after planned). Favelas are built in the hills and we were walking so high up that the air was almost too thin. Then after passing the favelas we reached the forest...with all it's bugs and flies. It was a fest for them cause that day they had a free buffey....namely me. I truly did enjoy it, walking and climbing, seeing some monkeys and all that jazz but afterwards I had bites on the most unlikely and likely places one can think of. The other ones on the other hand did not have any....guess my blood is real yummi (which means that when the vampires appear finally, i'll me super popular and probably get the hottest vampire guy eeeever).

Actually it was the night before the favela tour that we had a beach party with the capoeiristas. And it was so much fun. Singing, dancing, talking and enjoying the view of handsome men was enjoyable. Always is.

On saturday night we went to a huge samba party. At first I was a bit shy entering the floor but then I was shaking every part of my body like I was fabulously possessed. Around 70 percent of the men in that club were not straight...oh no. The Icelandic guy from the danish capoeira group was very popular among them. Fabulous gays and transies were in majority and then there was a minor drag show. Gotta love.  I was asked about my scars (quite frequently) which is normal but instead boring them with the real story I told that I had been attacked by a polar bear and THEY BOUGHT IT. I'm using this from now on. And then I tell them that I have the skin hangin on my wall...muhahahah

Other wise life has been relatively easy going. Me and Miss Frida have been training and studying the last days and will do the following days. Will go to Lapa though and look at the tile...something something and party. Yes, party...cause the parties in Lapa are said to be very good.

Oh, I cannot forget to tell you this traumatic life experiance i had. I was going to get a knife in one of the drawer. As I was opening it...and about to reach for a knife a cockroach poked is head out to say hello. Ughughughugh.....Closed the drawer immediatly and worked with out the knife...obviously they're crawwwling with parasites.

But apart from all....life is great except for the fucking the bites the itchiness that follows. That's kinda busting the beauty of it all!

Settling in

We got the apartment today! We were lucky enough to find an apartment for a relatively reasonable price considering that carnival is just around the corner and we actually have it over the carnival. The owner is some whacky lady called Isabel...she´s real nice but a total nutball! She is doing some mediation, healing stuff something and got very excited when we said that we were both studying to be vets....going on about how animals have the energy of the...blabla dosed of there, i´m not really into all that spiritual stuff.

Since sunday we´ve been in this hostel and I must say that that is enjoyable, a chance to meet so many new people and hear stories.  Half of the guest are Argentinians (you can imagin my excitement, considering the fact that I am in love with spanish and they rarely shut up) ...and they´re all super nice. We got to know this Argentinian couple; Agustina (how awesom is that name!!!) and Fernande. One of the most entertaining people I´ve met, oozing with happyness and energy and throwing jokes here and there, whipping up a guitar and singin backstreet boys and generally being great! We got an invitation to stay at their place whenever we go to Argentina....I would like to go soon....can I please do that? Sooner or later you will be able to see a video of yours truly doing a show with the guy, Fernandez...we were thinking about traveling the world and do this show but then figured that maybe we wouldnt get to far with it.

We´ve been to two capoeira trainings so far. The first one on monday and then with the danish group yesterday. Greeeeat trainings but fuccck its hard doing it in 30 degrees. My t-shirt was wet...and not just a little; it actually looked like I had jumped into the sea. But the trainings are great, the energy is great, the guys are great (we´re being hones; right?), the whole thing is great. This is truly the center of capoeira and even though going to workshops is great this is different, dont know how but it is. Should probably add that all facial parts and other body parts are still intact, though I fear that it might not stay like that the whole time, worst case scenario I have my Visa insurance plus I´ve totally done the whole broken face thing...old news.

We´re planning on going to this island for one weekend ; Ileha Grande. Supposed to be a real paradise and beautiful. And then no further plans have been made, train and study are things that will be in the normal routine, all the other things will come when they come.

To end this rather long blog; Asai is a frigging great fruit drink...one is sensational, two gives you a stomach ache. I should also mention that I was crowned the Princess of El misti hostel yesterday. Got a pretty little tiara (had to give it back this morning which was a bummer). It wasn´t witnessed by many people, even Frida missed it because she had gone to bed. So it was only the guys working there (two from argentina and one from mexico...all good looks) and one guest from argentina (surprise) oh and some empty caipirinha glasses. Woke up with a slight headache this morning but when i saw my crown....well, the familiar feeling of royalness swushed it away!

over and out icecubes!

Panick

Short something.

Got the itch in three places now, that means some fucker bug has bitten me in three places which means that there is a possibility I have some horrible parasites circulating in my blood settling in the tissues turning my perfectly fine cells into something not so perfectly fine.

I really should have done this exam before x-mas...the whole thing is still so fresh in my little house of brain.

I´m off to buy some insect repellant....later more

One night in Rio

So we arrived yesterday, sunday the 6th of feb after that looooong flight. The guy who got the honor of staying in 24J next to us fab ladies was a british bloke; odd ball. He was a tiny man, his hair had started to thin, overbite so that his face reminded me of an animal that I wont name cause then people will say that I´m mean and we all now better. Now the looks don´t matter so much when flying...but the thing was that not only did he stink of sweat but his breath was as if something had died in his mouth...ugh.

When we arrived we went straight to the beach...both being the sunlovers we are. Though we forgot a crucial thing....sunblock. I went all cocky ¨Well....I dont really burn, I get slightly rouge¨. Should have kept my mouth shut cause at the end of the day my chest definatly did not resemble anything one would call brown...it was red!
Felt slightly silly at that point...but i guess there is a first for everything (ok, it´s not really a first....but after the first day it is).

Finding food that is not pastery with cheese is not so easy! But in the end we setteled for some fish and it was good and so was the caipirinha, but puha they´re strong and after one, tipsyness had entered the house.

The night....well the night was so cold. Didn´t really have to worry about mosquitos because they dont live in the friggin arctic....that´s how cold the room was. After have been wearing shorts and tops during the day i was fully clothed in the night almost shivering. You might think I´m exaggerating cause I tend to do that.....but this is the honest truth.....our room was cold, really cold.

Now we obviously need to compensate for the cold so off to the beach and this time we´re wearing sunscreen....factor Brazil!

Copenhagen.....last day before travel

We made it to Copenhagen.....somehow! After accidentally going "a little" bit out on wednesday we woke up aproxametly two hours after what was planned. You can imagin me....stressball of the month, running around, swearing, running some more and basically having a nervous brakedown. Postoffice, printing stuff, packing the rest of the stuff and then all of a sudden Sandra Lif was at the door: "fuck...we're not ready, shit we haven't called a taxi....crap".

Made it to the airport, fridas bags half open because of a wallet emergency! Wallet found...nerves settling a bit.  Checked in around 100.000 bags (I had three and so did frida). And then finally on the plane....by this time the nerves were more or less in the relaxed state....until I realised...crapster....forgot my jumper and some cream. Took three deep breaths: "I'll live without them, no worries"

The trip from the airport to Frida's place was without major shock... well except for the fact the buses were on strike (I was kinda relieved...we could take a taxi) but travelling with 6 bags and a little bit of tømmermand is something I dont wish to do again. I dont get how people can travel around with a whole bunch of kids!

So now we're packing our bags....dresses, small t-shirts, capoeira things, sunglasses (how many should i bring) and the things you need for beaches and sun. Yesterday we were looking at some trips to the Amazona....ullala, I'm excited but I'll probably be walking around with tons of insect repellent and be totally paranoid because of all those parasites that I spent so long reading about. Ugh....maybe there will be a worm that goes under my skin and makes a house...ugh.

So, I  guess next time I'll write I'll have some tan and overexcited about the whole brazil thing!!