Battered Sofa

The Slave Quarters

In the post “Trip to Mangue Seco” I spoke about how when Neville stayed the night at the apartment, we offered him the upstairs room to sleep in and how when he heard noises in the night that he thought were insects or creatures of some sort, he did a runner.

Tieta Do Agreste

Mangue Seco – Jandaíra Day Trip

I woke up about 5.30 AM and went to go and wake Neville who was meant to be sleeping in the room on the top floor… as I pass through the second floor I see the insect repellent and toilet paper that I gave him lying on a table on the patio on the second floor… this is strange. I venture to the top of the apartment and call out his name. He is nowhere to be seen and the bed does not even look slept in… uh oh… I am envisioning kidnap. I don’t know why. I guess I just have a vivid imagination. I ask Kay if she has seen him. She too last saw him last night and not since… I don’t know what to think, his bag is next to the sofa in the living room which means that he must have intentions of returning. I decide to get ready and just wait to see if he appears by quarter past six.

Hater Hand

My Delusional Friend Believes That Haters Are Jealous Of Her

I don’t get people who are constantly talking about people “hating” and being jealous of them. My thing is, so what if people really are jealous of you? How does this affect (wow can believe that until today I didn’t know the difference between affect and effect. I feel so stupid!) your life that you would be driven to constantly talk about it? Even more so when referring to other people who are basically strangers hating on you. People like this worry me because it leads me to believe that they only think that other people are like this because that is exactly the way that they are.

Brazil Prostitute

Searching For Food on Avenida Sete De Setembro

Last night Neville and I went out to look for somewhere to eat on the main strip of Sete de Setembro. We are strolling down the street. No stress, taking it easy, taking in the sounds, sights and smells of the street. There is Samba blasting from a passing car, little boys juggling sticks in the street, the arcarje women in their frilly white dresses and elegant head wraps, the smell of the sea and burning palm oil and out of nowhere jumps Diego. Of course he had his Ipod in tow, one ear in one ear out and looking somewhat dappa in a bright red and white unbuttoned shirt.

Brazilian Acaraje

Barbecue in Salvador Da Bahia

So it has been almost a week since I have been in Bahia and I have done as I promised…which is to drink copius amount caprinha and stuff myelf with acarje… I have eaten so much of the stuff that I no longer get the runs from eating it… HOOORAY! I think my stomach has adjusted. At the moment I am sitting in an internet cafe opposite the beach.

Mental Illness Awareness

A Schizophrenia Diagnosis Is Not The End Of Life

I have another mentally ill friend called Isabel. I met Isabel through another friend when I was 13/14. She was my other friends kind of step sister. Their parents werent married but were living together. So basically we all used to hang out on a Saturday at Trocadero. (That was the spot!) When I first met Isabel she was very quiet and withdrawn in contrast to her very outgoing and brazen step sister she kind of lacked confidence added to that her step sister was mixed and she was dark I think that gave her a complex about her colour as guys would always talk to her sister and never her.

unruly child

Unruly Children Annoy Me

You can see your child picking up everything and causing a RUCKUS. CONTROL YOUR KIDS BEHAVIOUR! Damnit! One little boy is walking around picking up everything and making a lot of noise. His mother is ignoring him and every now and then shouts, “stop it!” to which he replies “NO!” Or some other piece of rudeness that he feels fit to say to her. Why is he running around into chairs and tables and your irresponsible ass does not do a damn thing?

Old Drunk

Alcohol Abusers Wearing Lace Up Shoes

What kind Of footwear should an alcohol abuser sport? This is a question worth asking, and a question that before today had never crossed my mind. It is something that we should all think about because who knows when alcoholism shall descend upon us? Today I went to a local shop to buy a lamb patty. On the way I passed a drunk who was having trouble tying his laces. At first I felt sorry for him because he kept spilling his can of Fosters (beer) on his shoes whilst trying to bend over. He was having such a problematic time that I felt like just tying them for him, but that idea was quickly tossed from my mind.

Bad Breath

Bad Breath Like Hot Trashy Wind

I am totally disgusted. This motherfucker just walked in here, itching his balls like he had crabs. He stopped momentarily and then right before he got to my desk and he grabbed them two times, heavy all encompassing tugs. Ugh! I feel sooooo sick.

fare evader

Fare Evasion On London Trains

This morning I got on the train without a ticket. When I left from home this was not my intention, but it just happened. As it was a Bank Holiday yesterday, the queue to buy tickets for the train this morning was horrendous. I had 5 minutes before my train was to come and there was no way that I would get served before the train’s arrival.