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The New World (Rio De Janeiro)

Posted on | November 28, 2011 | No Comments

Rafael left in the morning. My nervousness made me ask him if the area is safe and he affirmed that it is. “Sometimes you can hear gunshots but it shouldn’t scare one off”.

“Fair enough”…

After some hours I decided to make my first steps on Brasilian ground and dared to walk to the supermarket around the corner to get some food. I observed the dark-skinned people, who walked with a few clothes through the streets. The air was very humid and had a totally different smell than the air I was used to. I arrive at something like a cafe and sat down outside at the tables. Drinking a cofe and eating a roll after some time a family (father, mother, daughter, son) sat down at a table next to me. We start chatting and I asked the father to tell me a bit from his country. He talked very passional. However I understood only parts. “Drugs, danger, beaches, sun, fruits, murders, great food, animals, poorness, beautiful women, samba, vagabunds,…”, a cocktail made of heaven and hell.

Enjoying the story I rolled a cigarette and people around me seemed curiouse. Children called: “look, he makes his own cigarette”, and the teller of the story asked me to teach him how I do it. I did and he invited me for a beer. A short time later a tall black man sat down next to me, smiling all over his face “can you teach me, too?” Totaly fascinated he watched me rolling the cigarette. It seemed to be not very common. Only filter-cigarettes here and there. Or maybe they liked the fact that I was a foreigner? In any case, I enjoyed a lot chatting with the people, especially the curiouse kids: “Who are you? Whats your name? Where do you come from? Do you speak our language? You look like Michael Jackson”. After this I hit the supermarket and got some pasta, which was tasting awefull, in opposition to the incredibly tasty bananas.

In the night I was thinking how I could survive walking through this country with a European backpack, without being kidnapped or murdered. The myths about Brazil as one of the most dangerous countries were rotating in my head, as well as the experiences of the taxi-ride of the previous night… I decided to go to sleep…. Was that a machine-gun which I just heard?

The night was restless. In the morning I was woken up by the same noise which I also heard at night. Gunshots? Even in the morning… I entered the living room where Rafael sat completely relaxed at his computer. I went to the yard. I heard more noise. People screaming something somewhere in the neighborhood. I started worrying…

“Rafael, are you sure its safe for me to leave and walk around?”

“Of course”, he said while the gunshots were still ongoing in the background. I asked about the noises outside.

“Oh, thats just fireworks. There´s a party going on. We have national football-championship and today are the finals. You can join us and watch the game if you want.”

…I felt like the biggest idiot ever…

It was time to get into the move and see the country (or at least the city). I went with Rafael to the center. We took the train and after half an hour I found myself in a place, where city, forests, mountains and ocean came together. It was a miracle. We went through various shopping-miles. The prices were amazingly low, the taste of the fruits and juices were like another miracle, sunlight and movement, and it seemed like, although there was poorness and homeless people everywhere,however there was much more life than in any other place i have been before.

I was telling Rafael about my pilgrimage. “Most likely you wont find many people here, giving you money … They mostly ain’t have enough for themselves”, he said.

And indeed: At every corner you see people selling something, singing (or trying to), making jokes, playing shell-games and more. Magicians, artists, dancers, sellers, poets, religious and other types of people for which I could not find a word which would describe them or their actions.

Finally we arrived at the beach…

Ipanema beach

Ipanema beach

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ipanema beach

Ipanema beach

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me and Rafael

Me and Rafael

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t have to say that it was the most beautiful one I have seen so far.

And finally the famous “Sugar Loaf”, a little jungle on a little mountain. When I entered this little jungle, I was astonished by the nature, lianas, strange flora and fauna, the weired and newish way of plants growing and appearing, new colors and forms. I felt like a 6 years old, running through the jungle, up the mountain, jumping over bushes and rocks, climbing trees and plants, fascinated about this world.

little monkey?

little monkey?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I kept bouncing up the mountain. “Look there”, I heard Rafael saying, “we call it kiss-flower”. I looked at the spot Rafael was pointing at and couldn’t believe my eyes when  saw – for the first time – a real flower bird, my favorite bird, half the size of my thumb, 400 heart-beats, 250 gasps and 3.000 wing-beats per minute. A really beautiful moment. This little miracle grabbed a random insect out of an old tree, and flew zigzag-like towards my face, stopping and staring at me for 2 breathtaking seconds, then flying a couple of centimeters backwards and disappeared from my sight.

Unforgettable. Such as the few from the top of the hill, when we arrived.

Rio De Janeiro

Rio De Janeiro

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sugar Loaf

Sugar Loaf

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Christ - monument. One of the new 7 world-wonders

The Christ - monument. One of the new 7 world-wonders

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A day on the planet of amazement.

 

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