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Macieo Yo!
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Jumping off the boat all to eagerly into a taxi with some boat friends we sped off to the bus station. I booked a bus that evening to Macieo 37 hours down the coast of Brazil. The Lonely Planet says it has one of the best beaches in all of South America. I had few hours to kill, so I decided to check out Belem. It´s big, steamy, and lots of armed guards. I was also very pleased with the quality of ladies. In fact, I was so mesmerized with one girl´s booty trying to burst out of her jeans that I walked right in front of an oncoming bus. Thank the lord he was paying attention to my gawking. Screech of breaks, his shaking head, my thumbs up sign (It would have been very cool to have an extra thumb in this instant) and I was off to check out some more behinds for another day. I used to joke with Mark Vargas about dieing in front of a bus. haha Maybe not joking.
A case of diarrhea set in fifteen minutes before my 37 hour trip. I have been traveling for over two months and was bragging to my family in letters how my stomach was steal the day before. I guess the amazon boat food wasn´t as good as I thought. Needless to say the trip sucked. In the middle of the night at a sop I went to relieve the stomach cramping in the bus´s bathroom. The exhaust entering the window combined with the heat and my state of sickness caused my vision to blur, my ears to ring, and a wave of nausea swept over me. I had to run out of the bathroom´s toxic air. I swore I was going to pass out and pooh myself. I somehow managed to stay with it and stumbled into a bathroom stall before exploding. Not to worry only 30 more hours to go before I can get a hotel room. The trip was very long and very long. Did I say the trip was 37 hours? I had the company of a mother and baby who loved to scream and vomit in the aisle. I would look at the mother sitting across the aisle then look at the pile of baby vomit then back at the mother. I repeated this pattern for five minutes just waiting for her to clean up the baby filth. But she never did. I cleaned up vomit. I had to because I could´t stop looking at it and cursing at the stupid mother under my breath. Of course the baby would then begin to scream as soon as I would doze off. Not scream crying but just plane screaming for screaming sake. Mother would just bounce the baby and make smacking noises with her lips.After the mother fed it two bottles worth of milk and juice, bounced it for ten minutes and pat its back she would aim the baby toward the aisle and push the vomit button. There I was again staring at baby vomit run up and down the aisle.
We arrived a century later to Macieo. I took a taxi to the spectacular Hotel Macieo and passed out in my room. Vivid dreams of teaching out of control kids followed. I woke to fleas biting me. My bed was infested. Made it to my first Brazilian beach and realized today was Sunday. Soccer games all up and down the first beach. The next beach was on the other side of a favela. The states doesn´t have neighborhoods that could compare to the poverty. The street went on through the favela and on along the beach. This beach was teaming with thongs and speedos. The water is light green with darker blue waters past the offshore reefs. I found a table under an umbrella and was glad to have come Brazil.
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