the Laughing Boomer

Hi:  I took this at Parque das Aves in Brazil.  I am in love with this beautiful bird and it now graces my desktop. 

Plaza Major's Inner Courtyard

Gate to our Courtyard in Plaza Major, Colunia

Here's a lovely cat that was sitting in the sun in Colonia.

What a magical little town - Colonia, an hour away from Buenos Aires on the Busquebus, a high speed ferry. We have arrived in Uruguay and the UNESCO town of Colonia del Sacramento.  Started in 1680 by the Portuguese, the Casco Viejo, or Old Town is lined with simple houses and wonderful squares.  Much different than the elegant buildings of B.A., this hot and sleepy little town delights with river views and simple elegant design.  The Rio de la Plata feels like an ocean - it's105 km wide, for one thing and here the water is still brown.  We ate a delicious meal of corvina fish on  a plaza, facing the river. Sitting in the sun, with a gorgeous view, eating  a wonderful meal is what it's all about.  Our hotel,  the Plaza Mayor, is also very old.  We had a room facing an inner courtyard.   I've tried downloading the pictures to the website a few times, but to no avail.   We walked the shoreline for quite a few hours, wandered in and out of a few stores and sat in our courtyard and soaked in the beauty of this place.  It is quite a change from the bustle of B.A. and a great introduction to Uruguay.  Most people day-trip here from B.A. but staying the night and spending the next day exploring the small city and shoreline unveiled its beauty more than a quick glance and go.  

Our internet is quite spotty right now.  Will  download the pics tomorrow.

Mahara

 How's this for a hairdo?   Parque das Aves, Brazil

Hi Everyone:

 

I just posted this to my email list, but it is not efficient. No one on Telus is receiving it, for example. So I thought I'd repost it here.

 

Brazil

Instead of adventures such as going to the Amazon Jungle or the Galapagos, in Brazil we decided to focus of visiting a few coastal cities searching for sun and sand.  Distances are huge we picked four cities:  Rio, Salvador, Recife and Fortaleza. We left off Sao Paulo, the city of 25 million people, mas o meno and Manaus, the gateway to the Amazon adventures.  Rio, with 13 million people, is large enough for us. It turned out that the other cities were quite large as well, all with populations of around two to four million people.

Brazilian beaches are magnificent. In Rio, the famous Ipanema and Copacabana are dramatic – long curves of sand, heavy surf, aqua-marine waters and a wonderful skyline of literally hundreds of high rise apartments. The beaches were packed on the weekend, at Copacabana with families, and at Ipanema with gorgeous young men and women letting it all hang out. Everyone else lets it all hang out, including some of the not-so-tall and lean and tan and lovely.  For people in their late teens and twenties, Ipanema on Saturday afternoon was the place to be – wall to wall socializing, young men playing football, lovely bodies’ sun tanning and everyone eating and drinking. Vendors are everywhere, selling sarongs, beads, fresh corn, drinks and anything else you might need.  

As we flew from city to city up the Atlantic coast, we could see miles and miles of the beaches from the air. The temperatures rose the further north we went, so by the farthest northern city, Fortaleza it was 25 degrees by 7 am and the temperature moved higher as the day progressed. Because of the heat people live differently – rising very early by our standards, staying indoors in the middle of the day and then going out later in the evening.

In all four cities the beaches were packed early in the morning. Each city had variations of lovely broad walkways, sometimes up to 20 metres wide, made of bricks or paving stones. Brazil has a running culture, at least for the beach, and probably middle-class, areas we visited. For example at 6 am in Fortaleza I counted 100 people in around one block or around 2,000 people on the beach sidewalks. It felt like a 10k race day, with all sorts of small groups of people jogging or walking. There were young moms with kids in strollers, older people strolling, and aerobics classes in the open air. Small groups of 20 or more people wearing the same gear were stretching on brought-in mats. Juice and water vendors were out in full. Tennis, soccer and volleyball teams were at it as well. And so, I started running in our last week – bought some quick-dry shorts and tops and I was off – at 6 am, with hundreds of others. Going early enough meant I didn’t need to slather on the sun-tan lotion and could be back by seven – an hour’s exercise in before breakfast. By eight most of the activity stopped as people went to work and the day heated up.

Unfortunately, Ken didn’t join me at first because - joy of joys -he had an emergency root canal in Recife.  It turned out Damao, the dentist, was eighty years old, and had nine sons, five of whom were also dentists. Damao did an excellent job, treated Ken to an all-you-can-eat lobster feast right after the root canal and then drove him home. Damao also visited our hotel the next day at 7am before we caught our plane to check Ken’s tooth. All this for 500 reals – about $300 Canadian. How’s that for service?

The food was generally great in Brazil. After the instant coffee ordeal of Ecuador, good coffee was welcomed. Brazilians eat a lot of sugar – in fact Recife is a major sugar production area. The breakfast buffets had four or five cakes available for breakfast. Brazilians are also famous for their fresh juices and serve these un-sugared so people add their own liquid sugar. In Salvador, we found a fabulous Swiss/Brazilian restaurant and ate there almost every night. The owner, Kurt was Brazilian-born of German parents, spent twenty years in Zurich, and was now back home on a small beach in Salvador cooking delicious traditional Brazilian meals with his wife, Dora. Besides that, we had lots of excellent shrimp and seafood.

Brazilian wine is another matter. A wine expert we met explained that they add sugar to their wine. It tasted like soda pop - so we looked forward to Argentina, and better wine.  Food is definitely more expensive than Ecuador, and kilo restaurants abound in Rio – not our favourite way to eat. We also had some bad over-priced tourist food – hard to avoid when we were in tourist areas. Fresh cashew and Brazil nuts were available in small stalls or by beach vendors as well.

One of our best memories is sitting in beach chairs in Recife, reading our novels, when a fish-seller walked up and showed us a plate of several fresh fish, caught that day. We picked a couple and our new beach-side friend proceeded to peel a potato and cook our fish and chips in front of us in his little green and yellow cart, hand-painted peixe frites. Delicious! We enjoyed Recife the most – not because it’s the most famous city, or because it has the best attractions, but because it is not a tourist city, and we could simply enjoy the beaches without being harassed.  We found the beach culture had another side – dozens of vendors pushing their wares, beggars and the constant well-meaning theft-warnings invasive. People rode by on bicycles loaded down with speakers, or in cars with loudspeakers blaring music and promotional messages.  We were constantly handed election flyers for the mayoral process although obviously, tourists do not vote.

Brazil also has drug problems. We were warned about crack cocaine in Salvador and sex-tourism in Salvador and Fortaleza. One hotel had a large plaque stating that sex with minors is illegal and Ken said there were signs in the men’s washrooms as well. Poverty is everywhere: we drove by the favellas in Rio on our way to the airport – there the poor live high up, while in Fortaleza they live on the beaches. With 180 million people Brazil is doing many things right. For example, Brazilian air is amazingly clean because diesel fuel is generally not used. The skies are blue; the air in the big cities didn’t stink. Brazilians have other conservation measures in place as well, and the economy is strong.

We found communication somewhat difficult. We did take some Spanish lessons, and although Portuguese and Spanish are similar, we had to get by with our few Portuguese phrases. We didn’t meet many other travelers – mainly because of our decision to travel to cities rather than take tours, but we didn’t see many tourists either, except in Rio. September/October is definitely not high season. We prefer it this way. 

Apparently Fortaleza receives many visitors from Portugal; in fact many have bought summer homes there. Brazil’s population mix and traditions are very different depending on the region. Our tour guide told us that, although originally a Dutch colony, Fortaleza’s population is 90% Portuguese and Indian origin, while Sao Paulo has a huge Italian population and heritage. Salvador is 80% African roots, and has a sad history, with about five million slaves landing there from Africa between the 17^th and 19^th centuries. Today they still practice, Candomble, an African voodoo tradition. We also heard much more music in Salvador – but were disappointed not to hear a lot of traditional Brazilian music, as we weren’t much interested in the late night bar scene.

We also visited World Heritage Sites in Pelourinho and Olinda, wonderful art galleries in Rio and museums in Salvador, many churches, and lots of lovely squares.  We visited Brazil one last time form the Argentinean border to see the Brazilian side of Iguacu Falls and the Parque des Aves. See the world-famous falls and the rare birds, although not totally in the wild, completed our Brazilian experience. And so we left Brazil with great suntans and with memories of our walks and jogs along magnificent beaches, and of their excellent food.