Cussword Lesson and Laundry by Hand day
Trip Start
Oct 19, 2007
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Trip End
Ongoing
Natal,
Brazil
Friday, November 2, 2007
Freakin Cleiber wears the commonplace swimsuit of most brazilian guys, a tiny one. I make fun of him for this and call him every cuss and derogatory word he just taught me, especially fag. I end up talking to my other roomate quite a bit, Sid, as he wears normal boardshorts, thank god, and he speaks english extremely well. I have to explain baseball to both Sid and Cleiber, I think Sid understood, I donīt think Cleiber did. Itīs funny trying to explain baseball from scratch to someone, itīs not nearly as easy as one would think. Try it sometime, just to the wall if you have to, itīs interesting. I teach Sid a couple of American colloquisms and sayings. The one he dug the most was "once you go black, you never go back." This was fitting considering Sidīs black, and he loved it, I hope he has said this to at least once chick sense this time. Sid and I are becoming pretty tight, he invites me to go to Pipa with him on Saturday, but I want t stay here a couple more days. I tell him Pipa is on my list of places to visit and if I donīt go back to Canoa I will see him there.
Quick Aside: Iīm pretty proud of myself so far in terms of traveling and getting from place to place without too much trouble. Itīs not like Barbados (even though I was there by myself) because English is the official language of Barbados, and the foreign language is really what makes or can make traveling difficult. And itīs not like Italy either because I was with Beans and two heads are always better than 1 especially when one of those heads can see over everyone else by more than a foot.
Get back to the hostel after spending the day at the beach and swimming in the ocean. I am dead tired but I have to, HAVE TO do laundry. The hostel has a two sink laundry system which is nice and I grab my hefty bag of smelly gear to do laundry by hand for the first time in my life. Camilla gives me some pointers on how to wash clothes by hand (obviously she isnīt too wealthy or she would have no clue how to wash clothes by hand). All I can say is this, if you have never washed clothes by hand, consider yourself fortunate. Washing clothes by hand sucks ass and I never ever ever want to do it again. Itīs fucking tough work and my back hurt for the rest of the night. I havenīt worked that hard since I spent 3 hours in college once trying to convince my girlfriend to do me even though she just drove down from Rockford (and arrived early I might add) and caught me making out with some chick against a wall. Somehow I managed to pull it off, Iīm pretty convincing when I have to be. It also helps when your girlfriend is about 5 IQ points away from being labled retarded. Thatīs why I try to never date smart girls, too hard to get out of shit.
BTW: Iīm assuming Steph (eweeīs wife) no longer reads this blog if in fact she ever did to begin with. Steph is not a big fan of the word Retard, and I just canīt help it, but I obviously am.
Go to dinner with everyone to the same place as the night before. I then learn that they go to the exact same place every night and order the exact same thing every night. This kills me and I canīt believe they do this. But then all of a sudden I can believe it because I think of how in my former life I ate two chicken breast samiches every night. I soon realize that all these people are either poor or cheap, or probably both. So flippin Cleiber had on this crazy shirt the night before at dinner but then changed into a different shirt to go out. And it just so happens he has on the exact same shirt again. So I yell at him from across the table "Cleiber, whatīs up, is that your dinner shirt? So let me see, you eat at the same place every night, you eat the same meal every night and you wear the same shirt every night" Me and Sid are cracking up because he just realized that Cleiber did in fact wear the same shirt to dinner every night. I want to know why but Iīm sure Cleiber has his reasons, of which Iīm sure I wouldnīt understand. It must be a Brazilian thang. Although no other Brazilians I have met do this. I think this discussion, if in fact we ever have this discussion, should be done in private when we both have an ample amount of time.
I totally do not want to go out as Iīm completely cashed and I have been drinking for 5 straight days and I was up for about 24 hours straight but itīs Cleiberīs last night and he and Marco have to leave at 2am to catch a bus so I have to make it out for a bit. We head out to a Reggae bar which is really cool and the band plays a lot of Bob Marley cuts. Peeps in the bar are lighting up joints and passing them around but I abstain as I just want to drink a few beers and take it easy and try to save myself for Saturday night. Some random dude offers me coke which is like the 15th person to offer me coke since Iīve been in Brazil. Iīm assuming coke is cheap and plentiful down here considering Columbia is just a country over. Sorry I have to disappoint all the coke dealers. Cleiber invites me to his home in Belo Horizonte for Xmas, which is super cool of him. People here, for the most part, are kind beyond comprehension. Cleiber doesnīt live by himself either, he still lives with his mom (most brazilians live with their parents until they are in their upper 20īs as itīs too expensive and jobs donīt pay well enough to live in an apartment on your own) and itīs not like he asked his mom if some random gringo could come stay in her house over Xmas. But I have a feeling his mom would be more than happy to have me there. Cleiber and Marco jet and I just hang with Sid for awhile. We grab a $2R cheeseburger and go back to crash.
Fin
Comments
I want to hear more about..
Marco..the way you describe him, he sounds like good peeps.
Other good peeps
B-
I thought you would have been more in tune with the foibles and exploits of Roger, since Merk likened him to you.
-H