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
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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!
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!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
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!
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.
Ps. The bruise is still on my thigh and it´s still big and still painful aaaand my heart aches..lalala
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
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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!
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!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
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!
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!
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