A nice place to pass the time in Brazil
Trip Start Oct 20, 2009
159Trip End Jun 23, 2010
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You have to hand it to Lynn and I for sacrificing our bodies for the sake of an interesting Pod story.
It appears Lynn got hit in the face by a boom gate, at a toll road up towards Foz do Iguaçu, or Iguaçu Falls. Pour girl, she must have been a bit dazed because she dropped her Kawasaki 500cc on her foot. These bikes are not light, let me tell you. I dropped a 650cc on my foot when I did the 'Staying upright' course at Werribee, Victoria, Australia in October 2008 and it really hurt. In the mornings, I can still feel the area which I damaged.
Lynn was attended by a very handsome group of medicos in an ambulance. The Doctor assessed that there was nothing wrong with her head (questionable), but that her big toe needed to be elevated and iced
Claudia came to shop with me. We bought an extension cord which can be made up on the spot to the desired length, at the local hardware store. Des and I have been back to the hardware store a couple of times since for various small items, using a great many gestures, with varied success, but now, we just go in to watch the staff scatter when we set foot inside the door!
Claudia and I also bought a Portuguese/English dictionary. When I got back to the Palace Hotel, I tried to look up 3 words, but none of them were in there, so I went back to the book store to exchange it for a bigger dictionary. This of course will have to be ditched when we leave Brazil, as weight is to be kept at a minimum on the bike. I have a ‘Ditched List’ in my note book to remind me of the things I’ve had to throw out, including: my bucket, battery charger, shower shoes, tripod, hack-saw, blow-up pillow, compact mirror, rouge, photos, business cards (the ones which were damaged the most during The Great Flood) and the book "To the Bitter End" about John Howard, ex PM of Australia
In the evening Des and I went down the lift to go out for dinner and were stopped by the concierge who used his only English word, in all the time we’ve been here, “STOP!!!” We froze. A lady spoke to us in Portuguese as though she knew us. We were confused, to say the least. Concierge went behind the desk (I’ve never seen him move so fast) and made a frantic phone call. The lady kept us engaged in Portuguese, while we just looked blank.
Soon John appeared with outstretched hand to welcome us in perfect English. John translated that we were being invited to a barbecue dinner by the Portuguese lady. John and his wife Ines would be coming along too and several friends.
We quickly changed out of our shorts and into long pants and jumped into the car provided and headed off down the road to, we knew not where!
John drove to the local light aircraft aerodrome, chatting all the while about his profession and the barbecue, and asking us questions. John is a surgeon practicing in Chapeco, Santa Catarina, the next district north of Rio Grande do Sol, where we’re staying, and owns a light aircraft which is his passion
There were about 16 people at the barbecue, which was held in the club rooms, next to one of the hangars, all interested in aviation and many with their own aircraft. The friendliness and hospitality of these people was overwhelming and the language was not a barrier. A smile and warm welcome is universal. These were good people with good intentions.
We didn’t get to know everybody by name, but John and Pedro showed us through 2 of the hangars which contained 3 beautiful light aero planes. They really were magnificent mono engine aircraft.
Meat on huge skewers in a fire in the chimney built into the wall made for an interesting way of cooking. Big slabs of meat and ribs were dripping fat onto the hot charcoal. The smell was sensational, and makes my mouth water just recalling it. There was an interesting array of sausages and cold meats served prior to the main meat meal. Sausage with macadamia nuts appealed to Des.