Castro S Park Hotel Goiania

... relaxing and a happy Brazilian vacation fun environment. Warm pools to wade around in and pretty people to smile at. I was amazed at the relaxed luxury of Caldas Novas swim clubs and wondered why it took me so long to find it. I wish I had found this when I was 21. If you have been to Brazil this is a good option to explore the interior while still getting all the sun and fun.

My ride to Goiânia was rather uneventful. Weather was sunny, as it had mostly been during my stay in the Goiás state. Taking the same motorway as on my arrival, cutting through the gently rolling, green scenery, almost the most exciting thing was the taxi driver who spent a good deal of the ride making phone calls on his two cell phones, writing SMS messages and transferring numbers from one phone to another. Often at the speed above one hundred kilometres per hour, it wasn't ...

It turned out eventually that I didn't go to the Casa any more. I had breakfast with Axel, we exchanged e-mail addresses, wished each other all the best and said bye. Then he went after his own business, and I decided there was no need to get hard pressed with time and end up in an unnecessary hurry. Instead, I preferred to get my things packed in peace. A session more or less in the current room, there was no major difference. And so I ordered a taxi, got myself ready and ...

... in the world is Bach or Mozart. But if it happens that the tape - or CD player - gets stuck precisely on a song which wouldn't make it as far as Eurovision Song Contest, and let alone to mandatory music academy textbooks, and then it falls into a loop which keeps playing it over and over again, no less than seventeen times in a row before someone notices something's going on, now that is too much. I met with Germans after the meditation. Oliver ...

... neither a guitar nor a flute player. Julie, the New Zealander, disclosed at one point that she had an amateur band in New Zealand where she was singing. Of course, it cought my immediate interest and I asked her if she could possibly send me some recordings one day. When she talked she had an unusually deep voice, so I would bet she was a contralto. Something along the lines of Marlene Dietrich and the likes. But as she said herself, she was very self-conscious. We talked about this and ...

Back in hotel "Amazonas" in Abadiânia, feeling tired and beat-up after half a day in Anápolis, I could nevertheless say I had had a good time with Henning, Oliver, Amanda and Axel. They were nice and friendly people, that was for sure. They first dispersed and disappeared each in their own pousada, or wherever it was that they stayed. Only Axel and I soon met again. He was every bit as ...

Another good thing regarding life rhythm in Abadiânia is that everything kicks off early. If you want to be on time for breakfast, you must get up early. OK, you can sleep in if you want, too, but then you can kiss good-bye the idea that you'll eat anything decent. And when you get up early, you still have an entire day ahead of you. So Axel and I, and Henning, Oliver and Amanda were ready quite on time, just after nine. We went to the motorway and waited for the first bus to take ...

... not remove rocks, crystals, water, or plants from this place which is considered sacred. Once there, you should immerse yourself three times in the water and leave. Although I didn't know about this part. Axel didn't tell me. But I suspect no one told him either. However, I knew about the camera. And in case you don't, there is a sign on a wooden gate close to the waterfall, which clearly tells you no photos are allowed from there on. Anyway, once at the waterfall, you should ...

... faith. Maybe it's just what I am used to. Maybe I am just such kind of person. Either way, I didn't like this holding of hands, choir singing and "I-love-you-you-love-me-we-all-love-eac h-other-so-let-us-now -fly-into-a-collective-ecstasy" approach. Of course, in no way do I want to apply that my apprach should be a yardstick for anyone else but me. I entirely endorse a possibility that everyone else this morning identified with what I could not. But from the ...

Okay folks! I was told it was Granny's turn to write the blog and I am to tell you about Goiania. We arrived In Goiania by car from Brasillia (Candido and family drove us). We arrived at the home of Joffre and Marlene Rezende. (Joffre and Candito were exchange students in our home 30 + years ago.) Well, what a reception! There was a traditional lunch prepared and most of all Joffre's and Marlene's famillies! What a reunion to see them and their son, Daniel, and all of ...