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... course of my night. As it was, when the celebrations were done Verena and I parted ways. I picked up my stuff from her mate's car and headed for the nearest sign that said hostel, not realising we were actually parked up in the same road as the one I had my eye on. I was too drunk to be looking around so I dumped my bags and headed out to a Churrascaria in search of the finest meat Salavdor had to offer. A celebratory feast. The bloke at the hostel recommended ...
... as I am sure we were just another group of run-of-the-mill tourists. But when Marshall started asking him to show him a beat or two, the old master drum maker lit up and leapt to his feet as if he were still in his 20’s. The two of them, Marshall and his new-found buddy, had a little drum session and both were gleaming as if there was nothing else important in the world!
In Salvador the drum is king! Of this, I am certain. And I can ...
... man, clearly having just smoked crack, entered into our conversation. He politely moved his crack pipe to his left hand in order to properly introduce himself to our children using his right hand to shake each of theirs. Jonathan and I looked back and forth between this guy and the officers without ever actually making any sense of the scene.
On Saturday, Nathalie came with us to the lively open air São Joaquim African ...
The past few days have offered up one system failure after another - steering, emergency steering, heads plumbing, electric bilge and now hand bilge pump. Atlantis is being held afloat by apiece of plastic pool noodle similar to the one which kept Marima afloat in Richards Bay. Moral of the story never go sailing without your pool noodle ...
... is ****** reworked versions. I am willing to
negotiate though, maybe throw in some Stones and Elton John too. Think
So here I sit, listening to renditions of boring music, but it is just
too hot to make the effort to go somewhere else that, most likely, won’t
be playing anything any better.
To add to the atmosphere, barefoot homeless kids are begging for 2 Reals