Made it to Fortaleza. Pretty much on the 18 hours it was supposed to take. Which gave me 8 hours to kill before getting ready for next bus. First priority, of course, was cerveja. Done.
Then – a little internet research on stuff. Rugby World Cup tickets don’t seem to be in huge supply on TradeMe. Flights to the ‘Brazilian Hawaii’ seem to be expensive. As do flights to Easter Island. All ex-girlfriends I could find on OldFriends seem to be the same as last time I’d heard. And boring old America’s Cup is still boring. But Wanganui’s livened up a bit, at a rather expensive price of a toddler’s life.
Have another three hours to kill. Will try to call my ma for Ma’s Day. Not Mai’s Day here – but will be back in NZ. So – Ma, if you read this before 9am NZ time – get off the internet, as I might be trying to call.
No photos so far of Fortaleza. Only thing I’ve considered photographing so far is an extremely large arse on a lady. Spectacular size/shape. But, nice man came to see if I was wanting another beer when I stood up hoping for one clear shot. Fingers crossed more oppurtunites will arise.
Also fed the local-shoe-shiner. Felt good about giving leftovers to homeless poor folk, especially those who work. Until he was sitting there wolfing it down, and I half-laughed to myself as I looked up at TV screen to watch ‘DVD’ symbol bouncing round – and hitting bang-on the corner of the screen. Nathan will understand. Later on I wondered how would I describe to such a chap, if he asked, and even if I spoke enough Portuguese, what I was laughing at? ”There was this one time in Melbourne – a little dunk (on booze you can’t afford), watching a DVD player’s symbol bouncing round on a TV screen (both DVD player & TV which you can’t even imagine owning), and finding it amusing to guess when it’s going to hit the corner? And the reason we were doing this was we couldn’t get the Playstation or Nintendo (again – don’t try to comprehend how much these cost) games to work.” And then I might be tempted to describe my week in Colbinabbin – a series of anecdotes which in a large part consists of how much money I spent thoughtlessly.
That’s about it – was going to use this little session of very little news for general descriptions of Brasilian, and Latin American in general, life/attitudes. But managed to flesh out very little a little too much. Probably the cerveja has given me the babble.