Catching Up With Old Mates And Making New Ones
Trip Start Apr 18, 2010
100Trip End Dec 20, 2010
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And the partying in São Paulo is fabulous, the first night I met her at work and we went on a buteco (basically a simple place to get cheap beer and snacks like them doughy egg shaped things I'd gotten addicted to which are apparently called coxinhas. Gonna end this bracket text now, its gotten a bit out of hand methinks. Digression; one of my fortés, I get too easily distracted by things an all and... ooh... shiny...) crawl with two of her work mates, Renata and Sasha whos real name is Evaldo but they think he'd look good in drag so they call him Sasha. I have no idea where we went. I just followed my Brazilian mates around and tried not to look too English.
It was awesome to see Bottles again and hang out. We got wasted, went shopping, got wasted some more, got wasted whilst shopping and even found time to head up to the 41st floor of Terraço Italia (between 3 and 4pm if you ever felt like checking it out) to have a look at the city.
It's huge. Like, really fucking massive. It's on another scale, especially compared to Auckland. All I know is a few points along the Metro lines and I wouldn't have a clue how to navigate the centre.
I was looked after by Bottles' mum and step dad too, they drove me round to look at some sights, cooked a typical Brazilian dish for me called feijoada (more culinary amazingness; black beans and pork with rice) and printed off maps of the city, one of which saved my arse when a taxi driver dropped my off fuck knows where. Feijoada, by the way, apparently used to be a slave dish. Back in the day it was made with pigs' ears and trotters, the parts of the animal the rich landowners didn't want. The left overs were given to the slaves who cooked them up with black beans they already grew. It's wicked, SO filling, its a really heavy meal but if you handed it to me with feet floating around in it I'd politely thank you, leave the table and find a nice corner to vomit in.
So I'm pretty much destined to get fatter here, a lot of pousadas (cheap accommodation, like where I stayed in Paraguay. The further up north you get in Brazil the less backpacker hostels there seem to be) don't have kitchens you can use and the backpacker hostels further south have their own bars and don't allow you to bring your own alcohol which means I've been forced to renounce 2 minute noodles and cask wine in favour of a staple diet of coxinhas and caipirinhas.
Not such a hard life then ay.