Beyonce Huh?

Beyonce

My eyes were first drawn to the black and gold striped scarf upon her head. Her expression was surly, thick upturned lips darkened from years of smoking right down to the butt, pug nose, ashen brown skin and pop eyes frames by harsh square black frames.
Wow! Is this the person with whom I am going to be spending the next two weeks with? The previously joyous atmosphere was smashed in an instant by her icy glare. Uncomfortability permeated the room and my heart sank. The only saving grace was that I would not be sharing a room with her.

You Cannot Wear Pink Panties With a Chiffon Cream Dress

Natasha Vodka Brazil

It has been a while since I wrote about what has been going on here, so here is a quick summary for you. Sasha came from Rio and stayed for a week. He was the guy that I met here last year through the Rogue Trader. I hooked him up with an apartment from Dona Maria Jose, the lady I got mine from. In Dona Maria Jose news. I found out that the oven in my apartment had a gas leak (or so it seemed as everytime I put the oven on the partment would fill with the smell of gas.) She sent a technician round and he couldn’t fix it. One day I bumped into her in the bank the day after the technician was supposed to make the second visit. I told her that he didn’t come. I was then told that they were waiting for parts to come through from Sao Paulo.

Chased Out Of My Apartment By A Cockroach

cockroach

I have been here for exactly a week now, although it feels like I got here yesterday. It had been a non stop whirl of partying, eating and drinking until Thursday. It was too sweet for there not to be a sour! On Sunday night Mariana invited her two friends Victor and Ugo around to the apartment, and we hung out here.We then spent Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights in Pelourinho, where there are concerts and performances going on nightly.

Waking up in Barra With Swollen Cuticles

Brazilian Acaraje

I am so happy to finally be here. To wake up, look out of the window and see the sea right thurr makes it all worth it. I got through baggage claim at about 10 pm. Cacicque, the taxi driver that Daniel (the guy that I am renting the apartment from) sent for me was standing there with big smiles as I walked through arrivals, holding a notebook open with my name in big ass letters written across two pages. As soon as I got out of the airport I made my way to the arcarje stand opposite.

Getting Upgraded To Business Class

I have been up for the last hour because my mother turned up in her usual unannounced fashion with a bag of loofah and a bag of sanitary towels. Please don’t even ask me why because I do not know myself. In the bag there were all different types and colours Allways and I was baffled! Thats mothers for you! I’m excited about this trip, but at the same time dreading the mammoth journey that lies before me. I’ve only taken 3 flights (back to back) once before and I SWORE I would never do it again… Well so much for swearing as here I am!

Why I Love Salvador Da Bahia, Brazil – Part 3

THE NON-BRAZILIANS I’ve met I luv em too… Natasha, who I thought was a complete NUT upon first meeting, but warmed to in about 5 seconds and made a repeat trip with. Sasha, the British guy who I met through the rogue that rented me the dodgy apartment last time. Despite how we met, he turned out to be alright. Shay and Iya whom I met for the first time in an airport on Christmas day. From leaving the airport in the afternoon distressed and sans luggage to one of the best Christmas nights ever. I must say I have never spent a Christmas Night on a street corner and who could have known it could be so much fun.

Why I Love Salvador Da Bahia, Brazil – Part 2

I love the people… All the random folk I have just bumped into… From born Brazilians to those living there from elsewhere, to those just passing through. I Love all the wonderful people I have met. Marrianna, who has a zest for life and sense of adventure that is rare to find (except she wouldn’t follow me to Piraja) that you rarely see. Her perfect English confused my friend and I. He was convinced she was American. Of course he was wrong.

Why I Love Salvador Da Bahia, Brazil – Part 1

At Christmas I will go to Salvador Da Bahia, Brazil for the 5th time. I have been asked many times before what I love about the place, so I decided to put it all down here. First on my list of loves had to be THE FOOD. Being a complete foodie means that I can be compelled to take a trip somewhere just because of the food, case in -point; New Orleans. I heard about the cuisine down there, dreamt about it, decided that I needed to sample it and took a trip down there and ate for England. Of course I had to spin it to the friends I was travelling with some shit about the French Quarter… The marvellous culture yadda yadda yadda, but the simple truth is, I just wanted to eat.

Even If You Are Black You Should Protect Your Skin From The Sun

always figured that my natural melanin was enough protection against the sun. I never used sunscreen, never burnt, never peeled and could never understand my friends who were darker than me that did use it. What was the point if your skin has an inbuilt protection mechanism? That was my thought process, until January the 30th 2007.

I’ve Left Brazil And The Rogue Trader Wants Money For A Light Bill

So I’m on MSN messenger a couple of minutes ago and my Brazilian friend, who we sent the money to to pay the agent for the apartment we rented came on and tells me how the agent called him asking him for money for the LIGHT BILL. I can’t believe the nerve of this man. He is a con artist to the core.