Convento Do Carmo Hotel Salvador

... able to start our trip. By the time we arrived in the historical city Pelourinho of Salvador, where our hostel was situated, it was already pitch black. The bus we took left us at a dark, smelly and filthy square. We felt sort of lost. Several strange looking guys started talking to us, of course knowing that we were gringos (foreigners). As we didn’t understand any Portuguese, it was frightening. <> We finally followed an English speaking beggar who led ...

... music stopped, it was still going when I left around 3am each night.
On the last night, the traffic was so backed up that we never even made it in. After about an hour of waiting, we resorted to a friends place for drinks and a late night trip to the beach. My local friend, Gustavo, had his hitchback open with music playing. Id be willing to bet that we had more fun than if we would have made it to hear the live band. Ultimately, we swam out to these little ...

... I mean even though the day with Neidi and Denise and Jennifer on the beach was cool I was sad and my head was full. I did the class and he taught me the Oxum choreography ( the one I love and have wanted to learn forever) and gave me beautiful pictures of her and a copy of her song, with translation in English, portuguse and Yoruba! I burst into tears! I was so overcome with emotion. He knew!. Its that old, one door closes another opens thing eh!... Much love, ti tia Susie

... were 5 cabins all up that we had booked.. to which were stolen from us!) So anyway.. we got into our cabin and alas the floor was pretty much flooded. There goes our 3 people sharing one cabin idea.. unless we shared a single bunk which wouldnīt have been the most comfiest. We later found out that when the people in the cabins above us had showers, pretty much all the water leaked through the airconditioning duct into our cabin (and on the odd occasion, onto my ...

... force it away with a scowel or a push.. Thankfully I look like a Gaosha (from the south) and with Flaviano there I am safe from prying hands. Last night, before Flaviano left for home we had another talk. A little harder from the first one, about former intentions and what was still a realty and what was not. He still wishes to come to Australia, but we agreed it was independently and that once he was there I would be happy to assist him, where I can, for a new life and he to ...

... as long as they don't kill someone, they won't get in trouble. As you can guess, they were pretty rough with him. He said something while he was sitting defensless on the curb, and the cop grabbed his head and smashed it with his knee! While I understand the guy is just a poor street kid and all, and barely surviving robbing people, I have to say, I felt a little guilty pleasure when he took the knee in the side of the head. Unfortunately, he didn't have the ...

... la lib**te leur a ete rendue mais rien dans la societe coloniale n etait fait pour les accueillir en tant qu hommes libres ? Que aucune cle ne leur a ete donnee ou tendue pour prendre les renes de leur lib**te ? Que au-dela de la lib**te, ce joli mot, rien n a ete mis en place dans le monde colonial de l epoque pour les faire travaill**, les eduqu**... Livres a eux-meme... En 2008, 120 ans apres l abolition de l ...

... 2am in Olinda and felt perfectly safe, we met men who looked after us and were gentle and kind and never ever pressed an agenda. Men here push into you just so they can cop a feel, and leer and stare... its awful. At 10.10 last night Jazzie and I turned in. It was rough. In Olinda the press of people was always kind, funny, there was laughter at the passagem organica - if you were going down, someone pulled you up. It was confronting bodily to be up ...

Nach Mitternacht (d.h. bereits am Montag, 28.1.08) flog ich mit TAM von Natal aus nach SALVADOR, wo ich um ca. 02:30 ankam. (Solche Nachtfluege sind in Brasilien uebrigens gang und gaebe und auch stark ausgebucht.) Salvador ist die drittgroesste Stadt in Brasilien und liegt im Bundesstaat Bahia. Sie liegt direkt am Meer (bzw. an der "Allerheiligenbucht") und hat seit der Kolonialzeit starken afrikanischen Einfluss. (--> Salvador ist meine Lieblingsstadt in Brasilien und gehoert ...

... age. Hell, this guy would even make a hell of a quarterback. Hey defense, good luck reading those eyes. Quick point: I donīt ever drink milk here. Weird. I drink like a gallon every 3-4 days back home. I have yet to have milk here yet. I wonder what my bones think. And another thing. Have I talked bout this yet? Everyone here drinks beer out of really small glasses in Brazil. These glasses canīt be more than about 5 ounces, seriously. Nobody ...