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Trip Start Jan 26, 2007
92Trip End Feb 06, 2008
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The partners in crime were 9 other folks, 3 british girls, 2 british guys (one was very impressed when i identified him as a scouser from liverpool), a french guy named lionel who was the ringleader for the trip, a girl from holland named ana lucia (cooler than the LOST ana lucia, whom i despise), a belligerently drunk and embarrassing new zealander, and a very quiet israeli guy.
So I was the Yank. This is becoming a pattern, although itīs a strawman situation because all I have to do to impress anyone is not act arrogant or invade their bags or something. If I know anything at all, Iīm impressive. So this is fun.
Enough rambling, it is 640am. We went to the rave, there was a lot of repetitive drum-n-bass until 2am, when fatboy finally came on. Openair field with about...... 5000 people. probably a solid 400 of which were foreigners. Fatboy Slim puts on a sick show. Even some folks I know who hate repetitive boring music (which constituted the other 6 hours of the night) would have liked Fatboy Slim. He played some classic brazilian songs and then added cool loud beats to them, did a rendition of sunshine of your love by cream, which was very well done... basically lots of fun. Fast-forward to two hours later, I am tired and want to leave but everyone has deserted me because they are all drunk (becca, guess what, i didnt even drink at all! still don~t feel comfortable enough to really do that, esp on this rave trip). So i went on a half hour search through the crowd and the loud repetitive beats (how does an entire nation not get tired of this, hour after hour, week after week? as the scouser put it, īthis is simple musicī). Finally found Lionel the ringleader french guy who has been skipping around shirtless for 5 hours straight. tell him i am leaving with the other 3 british girls and the scouser.
we negotiated for a cab, which was fun, since i figured out i can basically speak spanish and it will sound like very broken portuguese - so i was chief negotiator (50 reai back to copa, took us a half hour since the taxi driver ran all the lights, awesome). Now I am sitting here typing this post. As a PS, Rio is a gorgeous city. From Christo Redentor atop Corcovado, it is stunning, as well as a bit depressing... Favelas grow like weeds throughout the city, and the apartment buildings aren~t all that inspiring either. The city, I think, survives Brazilīs terrible economy and corrupt politics and crime due to its awesome geography. From the other landmark, pao de azucar, the view to the mountains, with the city creeping up into their cracks and peaks, renders you speechless - until one of the 500 tourists or cariocas (rio city dweller) bumps into you trying to get a good shot on their digital camera.
Anyway, things are fine. I miss home a ton. Tonight at the concert, I spent a good 80% of the time thinking about the different people I would rather be hanging out with instead of quiet israeli guy who ditched me. But, I suppose it~s all part of the experience. Thanks, everyone ,for your emails, and sorry if I don~t respond very quickly, but I promise to try.
Please, though, email me with questions, comments, or hellos - it helps. Traveling is great but it is greater to hear from the people you have known and loved in life.