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.

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.

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.

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.

Brazilian Rogue Trader Had A Prostitute Posted Up In My Apartment

You know sometimes you get an off feeling about someone and you don’t follow that feeling. You fight against it and convince yourself that everything will be ok. I got a funny feeling about Micheal. I should have never gone ahead with booking an apartment from him. I mean who spells Micheal MICHEAL? That alone seemed dodgy to me right there.

Haggling For Artwork In Salvador

I like to haggle, especially in places where that is the norm. On the last day Alex, BG and I went to Pelourinho to find this art I like by Adriano Luiz. I’d seen it in the first couple of days in Pelourinho, and then again on Christmas Day Shay showed us one of the ones she had bought from the batch. So it is Sunday and we are walking around in the morning. Most of the vendors are not even out selling their wares. This doesn’t look good, and this is the last day, so if the guy selling the art isn’t about I don’t get to buy it at all.

Pelourinho and Barra – My Main Stomping Grounds in Salvador Da Bahia

The Pelourinho, the historic square in the heart of the old city of Salvador, is the center of a remarkable renewal of art and culture. Once a place used to auction African captives and punish rebellious slaves, the Pelourinho has become the center of a resurgence of African-Brazilian identity. Declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO, it is now home to groups who reclaim their African heritage through music, dance, drums and art. The streets of Pelourinho vibrate with history, music, art and food—both during the day and at night.