Beer and Bratwurst
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Blumenau,
State of Santa Catarina,
Brazil
Friday, July 25, 2008
Blumenau - June 25th - Arrived in Florianopolis for a wedding that is to take place tomorrow. All the women are congregating for the pre-wedding preparations and were giving the men a strange look. The men kept joking about drinking German beer and eating bratwurst and how that all the men were going on a bus so that they could drink all they wanted. "It's going to be so good!" they say. I'm thinking ... OKaaayyy?
So there are 10 of us guys and were on this school bus ... no seriously, it's a school bus, the bus has "escola" painted on the side of it. An hour into the ride we pick up two more of "the guys" and only then do I finally get it. There's a wedding tomorrow, were all riding god-knows where on a school bus to have (what was told the ladies) German Beer and bratwurst ... hmmm "Bachelor Party" right. (What can I say; sometimes I'm a little slow). Then I think, Oh God, I hope they don't have strippers. No matter how I imagined the evening, at a strip club, it wasn't good. So after 3 hours into the ride, we're all lost (and I'm thinking "what the hell"). After asking 5 different people at 5 different times how to get to "wherever" (I'm starting to dread whatever is to come) we finally arrive at this German Brewery in Blumenau. At first I think "can't be, this is just another banheiro (bathroom) break, right" ... you know, from all the beer and farting that was taking place on the bus. Then everyone starts going inside.
Wait a minute, German brewery, sauerkraut ... can't be ... (dumbfounded - you know, like a little dog that tilts his head when he's totally confused) ... a thought comes through, "after a 3 hour bus ride there better be strippers."
Once inside I finally, finally, for the last time, get it. We rode 3 hours to a German Brewery to actually drink German beer and eat bratwurst at a German Brewery. Yep, no strippers. "Gotta be kidding me." Right up to the point where we arrived at the Brewery, I was planning on never mentioning this little excursion for the sake of the manly honor. But now, I'm telling everything. Hell, the ladies should be proud. They're men actually went where they said they were going. How often does that happen.
After drinking beer for 2 hours we got back on the school bus for another 3 hour ride back to Florianopolis.
What can I say, another spankin night in Brazil.
