This does not bode well for the Man United match tomorrow evening.
What the hell is going on?
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Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Skewed priorities.
I traipsed around this evening looking for somewhere showing the Champions League matches, only to find EVERYONE in the bars, cafes, shops, restaurants, hairdressers, pharmacies and pet shops completely transfixed by the evening's soap operas.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Zombie ants
I've spent a lot of time studying the movements of the ants in the apartment, trying to see what makes them tick, and I came across this website.
It's frightening. I saw this fungi mentioned on one of the David Attenborough series from a couple of years ago, and it was the thing that scared me most out of all the things I'd seen. I'm worried that the ants in the apartment might bring them, and I'll end up with a mushroom exploding out of my head, like Scanners meets Ready Steady Cook meets City of God.
Christ I really hate mushrooms.
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My First Funeral (in Brasil)
This weekend I got to meet Hugo's entire family, albeit not in the most pleasant of circumstances.His grandmother sadly passed away on Saturday afternoon, and so we all went to the cemetery on Sunday for the funeral.
Being Irish and Catholic I was a surprised at how little time Brazilians waste in getting someone into the ground. The body goes to the cemetery the following day and you can go an hour or two before the service to pay your respects. Thats it, you're not forced to go round to the dead persons house, drink all their booze, stare at the coffin, eat sandwiches presented by a bunch of helpful aunts desperate for something to do, and accidentally block their toilet. There were a lot of tears, backslapping from the men and glamourous women in ridiculously oversized sunglasses. And me of course, looking shifty on the sidelines. I think everyone thought that I was in the wrong place. A strange experience.
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Friday, December 2, 2011
Charlotte Church
On a taxi journey through one of the poorer districts I'd noticed a church, immaculately kept and freshly painted, surrounded by the faded paint and cracked concrete walls of the favela houses. I came to the conclusion that this was indicative of the country's reverence of and pride in their religion.
But then I saw a few minging churches scattered about as well over the past week, so I've revised the conclusion to one where we're all going to Hell.
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Thursday, December 1, 2011
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Bats, pine trees and sore balls.
Eletronica isn't a place, it was actually written on loads of road signs and I have no idea what it means. Oops. Oh well. If i do ever found a town i'll call it eletronica,and you can all come and live there and play synthesizers and eat salami sandwiches.
So we went to the farm. It's a vast pine tree plantation in an area called Juiz de Fora, and by this stage I really was becoming overwhelmed with the scenery. Hugos uncle and cousin drove us to the middle of nowhere in two tiny fiats, heads bouncing off the ceiling. Country roads sure can be a little unpredictable round them parts. We were variously chased by a bunch of dogs, a runaway cow and some hens. The buffalo were clearly too unimpressed and lazy to give two fucks about us, but i did enjoy their vacant stare.
We were left to rummage around one of the deserted farmhouses on our own, which was kinda COMPLETELY TERRIFYING. It was straight out of any cliched horror movie. After being attacked by a bunch of bats for about the 5th time we decided we probably had had enough. There was much screaming and running in and out of the house, mainly by Hugo. I played it cool.
As much of a great driver hugos uncle is, my nerves were completely shattered by the journey home. Overtaking lorries around corners at 120km an hour isn't my idea of fun. It was a one way system, granted, but it was still pretty damn hairy. And to cap the day off we were stopped by the miliary police on the way back into Rio. Christ those guys really do seem to have lost their joy. They searched both cars and body searched all of us pretty damn thoroughly. Luckily i had my passport with me. But there was no need for them to squeeze our balls, surely? SURELY?
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