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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

WE’RE OFF THE SAMBADROME!!!!

WEATHER: No different from the other week. Hot Hot Hot and 35C

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: The 2012 Rio Carnival Parade

BUMMER OF THE DAY: Can it get any hotter?

WORD OF THE DAY:  Feathers, sequins and very loud music

TODAY IS PARADE DAY. 
We are in Rio and attending the big daddy of the 5 day celebrations-The Rio Carnival Parade!!  To say I am excited is an understatement!!!  But firstly we did have a morning favela that was to take us through one of the slum areas of Brazil and show us how they live and are pretty much self-sustained in their living quarters.  

The surprise of the tour was when we got into the shuttle bus to take us to one of the largest favelas of the city we stopped at the bottom of one of the roads that lead up.  This is where we found out that we would be getting in Moto-taxis, yes a motorbike!!, for the 10 minute ride to the top where we would start our tour making our wake back down through the favela. My main issue with motorbikes is the getting on and off the damn machines and making sure you don’t burn your leg on the exhaust.  You always hear and see horror stories of legs getting, massive burns from them.  I was picked first (of course) but it was probably best to get it over and done with and with an extra shoulder I don’t think I did too badly at all!  The ride up the hill was exhilarating as my bike dude over took trucks and other bikes as we wound our way up the mountain.  I thought about the helmet I had on that wasn’t fastened and if insurance would cover me for the motorbike as they only cover up to a certain cc amount.  A bit late to be thinking all this as I am on the bike, but there was no other option so I just sucked it up and enjoyed the ride.

A favela is the generally used term for a shanty town in Brazil. In the late 18th century, the first settlements were called bairros africanos (African neighborhoods). This was the place where former slaves with no land ownership and no options for work lived. Over the years, many freed black slaves moved in.  Even before the first "favela" came into being, poor citizens were pushed away from downtown and forced to live in the far suburbs. However, most modern favelas appeared in the 1970s, due to rural exodus, when many people left rural areas of Brazil and moved to cities. Without finding a place to live, many people ended up in a favela.  Census data released in December 2011 by the IBGE (Brazilian Institute of Geography and Statistics) shows that in 2010, about (6%) of the population lived in slums in Brazil. It means that 11.4 million of the 190 million people lived in the country areas of irregular occupation and lack of public services or urbanization.

The first favela, or hillside shantytown, appeared on the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro 100 years ago. Despite numerous official attempts to eradicate these hand built renegade suburbs, housing the poorest of the poor, they have multiplied over the past century. Today there are more than 600 favelas, where one in five Rio residents lives.  The favelas are units of irregular self-constructed housing that are occupied illegally. They are usually on lands belonging to third parties, and most often located around the edge of the cities, often crowded onto hillsides. Residences are built without permission or a license and are often disorganized, without numbered streets, sanitation networks, electricity, a telephone service or plumbing. In recent years favelas have been troubled by drug-related crime and gang warfare.  In the past the authorities have taken a number of steps to reduce problems in favelas. They have set up self-help schemes, with the local authority providing local residents with the materials, such as breeze blocks and cement, needed to construct permanent accommodation. The local residents provide the labor; the money saved can be spent on providing basic amenities such as electricity and water.
However a recent campaign is threatening the existence of the favelas, which are home to 1.1 million of Brazils poor. The favelas are close to some wealthy areas of cities and these residents are keen to evict the poor from their homes. Officials are citing a variety of reasons including environmental protection, land ownership disputes and concerns over the safety of those living in the hilltop favelas.

After the tour we were shuttled back to the hotel for free time till our meeting time at 7.15pm when we were going to get escorted by foot 15 blocks to the Sambadrome.  A lot of us had plans to get in an afternoon nap as it came to light that the parade starts at 9pm and to see all 6 Samba schools the parade was due to finish at 5.15am the following morning!  Who knew it was such a long night.  I had no idea.    In saying that Svendog needed to get an outfit for the night and I didn’t want to wear my feathers again so we took the plunge back into the hot weather to look for some costume/accessories for tonight.  Like any major South America city being a Sunday a lot of the shops are closed, so traffic wise and shop hours not a lot was open.  Mark said that a lot of the shops close over the Carnival weekend but the last few days haven’t been a problem for supermarkets etc…..  The big issue was a lot of the ATM’s were out of cash.  There was a bank 2 doors down from the hotel and Sven needed to get some money out and out of the 9 machines they had their none of them had cash.  We walked to the supermarket as we knew they had one that we used the other day and there was a queue of 15 people all waiting to use it.  As I had some excess Reals, I let Sven use the Bernie Bank with very high interest rates and he was going to pay me back in US dollars which were fine with me and he saves on bank fees. 

We found a couple of costume stalls out the front of the supermarket so we kitted Sven out in 10 minutes with a wig, hat, glasses and a pair of pants.  I was a little more picky and settled for a mascarade mask that had colours to match the dress I was going to wear.  It was still so hot; we stopped in at a café for just one beer to wet our whistle, ended up having 2 and then were back at the hotel by 3pm.  We cut into some serious sleeping time, but I could still get 2 hours before we had arranged to meet at 6pm for dinner before heading to the ‘drome’. 

So what is Carnival all about?
The Carnival in Rio de Janeiro is a world famous festival held before Lent every year and considered the biggest carnival in the world with two million people per day on the streets. The first festivals of Rio date back to 1723.

The carnival parade is filled with people and floats from various samba schools. A samba school can either be an actual school or just a collaboration of local neighbors that want to attend carnival. The purpose of carnival is for samba schools to compete with fellow rival schools; this competition is the climax of the whole carnival festival.  Each school chooses a theme to try and portray in their entry. The samba schools work to build the best floats and costumes to represent their themes, and to include the best music they can from their band called the bateria. There are many parts to each school's entry including the six to eight floats and thousands of participants.

There is a special order that every school has to follow with their parade entries. Each school begins with the "comissão de frente", which is the first wing. The "comissão de frente" is made up of ten to fifteen people only, and they are the ones who introduce the school and set the mood. These people have choreographic dances in fancy costumes that usually tell a short story. Following the "comissão de frente" is the first float of the samba school, called "abre-alas".

Some of the important roles include the porta-bandeira and mestre-sala. The porta-bandeira is a very important lady who is in charge of the samba school flag, including making sure to not allow the flag to roll. She is accompanied by the mestre-sala, who is supposed to draw everyone’s attention to "his queen", the porta-bandeira. Floatees, who are also important, are the people who populate the floats, also known as destaques. The floatees have the most luxurious and expensive costumes that can be extremely heavy. Along with all the floatees is one main floatee that is located at the top of each float. The main destaque dances and sings for the entire time that the float is on the runway.
One other aspect that is mandatory is the presence of the ala das baianas. This is a wing of the samba school entry that includes at least 100 females only. These women along with many other people do not ride on the floats as many others do; instead they are passistas, the people who belong to the samba school that do the marching alongside and between the floats.

Incorporated into every aspect of the Rio carnival are dancing and music. The most famous dance is the samba, a Brazilian dance with African influences. The samba was created by the African slaves mixing with the choros, street bands, of Brazil. The samba remains a popular dance not only in carnival but in the ghetto villages outside of the main cities. These villages keep alive the historical aspect of the dance without the influence of the western cultures. Other dances include the lundu, the polka, and the maxixe.  With the combination of the parade, the balls, and the street carnivals, Rio’s carnival is said to be the greatest show on Earth. As the Rio de Janeiro handbook states, “The Rio carnival is probably the most famous party in the world.”

The Carnival of Brazil is an annual festival held forty-six days before Easter. On certain days of Lent, Roman Catholics and some other Christians traditionally abstained from the consumption of meat and poultry, hence the term "carnival," from carnelevare, "to remove (literally, "raise") meat." Carnival celebrations are believed to have roots in the pagan festival of Saturnalia, which, adapted to Christianity, became a farewell to bad things in a season of religious discipline to practice repentance and prepare for Christ's death and resurrection.

Carnival is the most famous holiday in Brazil and has become an event of huge proportions. The country stops completely for almost a week and festivities are intense, day and night, mainly in coastal cities.[ The consumption of beer accounts for 80% of annual consumption and tourism receives 70% of annual visitors. The government distributes condoms and launches awareness campaigns at this time to prevent the spread of AIDS.  Rio de Janeiro's carnival alone drew 4.9 million people in 2011, with 400,000 being foreigners.

Modern Brazilian Carnival originated in Rio de Janeiro in 1641 when the city's bourgeoisie, largely Portuguese, imported the practice of holding balls and masquerade parties from Paris. It originally mimicked the European form of the festival, later absorbing and creolizing elements derived from Native American and African cultures.  In the late 19th century, the cordões were introduced in Rio de Janeiro. These were pageant groups that paraded through city avenues performing on instruments and dancing. Today they are known as Blocos (blocks), consisting of a group of people who dress in costumes or special t-shirts with themes and/or logos. Blocos are generally associated with particular neighborhoods; they include both a percussion or music group and an entourage of revelers.

Block parades have become an expressive feature of Rio's Carnival. Today, they number more than 100 and the groups increase each year. Blocos can be formed by small or large groups of revelers with a distinct title with an often funny pun. "The blocos in Rio de Janeiro, for the singles, are places to meet and even kiss people.") They may also note their neighborhood or social status. Before the show, they gather in a square, then parade in sections of the city, often near the beach. Some blocos never leave one street and have a particular place, such as a bar, to attract viewers. Block parades start in January, and may last until the Sunday after Carnival.

We all had to meet at reception at 7.15pm and it was a hive of colour, feathers, costumes and laughter.  It was a cool atmosphere with 60 odd people all on a high wearing some form if costume to watch the parade tonight.  The walk to the Sambadrome took us 25 minutes and there were also other people and tour groups also waking the same route.  With a few stops to purchase beers for the walk and there were some people selling small cushions as well which were only 5AUD.  I had packed a sarong for me to sit on and we were told it was safe enough to take our bags and big cameras tonight as security is pretty tight once inside.  It will just be the walk home as I am sure that not everyone will be staying the whole duration with the last school due to finish at 5.15am tomorrow morning.  We were getting to the drome early as the first school wasn’t due to start till 9pm, but this was a good thing so we could puck where we got to sit.  The entry to the drome is a little like a football game, you have gates that get you to certain sections of the stands.  We didn’t have to wait too long to get to the security check where we had to walk through a scanner, like the ones at the airport to get in.  It was funny as Paul had dressed as ‘gayed’ up Superman with a tiara, glasses and empty beer cans attached around his waist.  This was cause for concern with security for some-one reason and we had to wait a few long minutes before we knew the fate of whether his costume was going to make it through security.  After a few tense moments he was given the all clear and got through to ‘the other side’.

It was open seating, so we could pull up a pew anywhere in our stand.  Here were people already here, but we pretty much had choice of the stand so we decided to go high to get a better view of the parade and to the center.  It was just a massive concrete seating slab, step formation, so we were happy without position and settled in for the next 9 hours.  There were plenty of drinks people and a few food people walking around all night, so short of a toilet stop there was no reason to move from your spot for the whole night.    

The Sambadrome is a purpose-built parade area in downtown Rio de Janeiro, Brazil where samba schools parade competitively each year during the Rio Carnival. The parades attract many thousands of Brazilians and foreign tourists each year.  The Sambadrome was designed by Oscar Niemeyer and built in 1984. It consists of a 700m stretch of the Marquês de Sapucaí street converted into a permanent parade ground with bleachers built on either side for spectators. Its capacity is 90,000. The complex includes an area located at the end of the parade route, the Praça da Apoteose (Apotheosis Square), where the bleachers are set further back from the parade area, creating a square where revelers gather as they end their parade.  In December, the samba schools begin holding technical rehearsals at the Sambadrome, leading up to Carnival.  Outside Carnival season, the Praça da Apoteose is occasionally used as a venue for international music concerts.

The official Carnival parades take place just before the start of Lent. They are held for four consecutive nights, during which schools parade one after another from 9pm until the morning. The Access Group A samba schools are hosted on Saturday, Special Group on Sunday and Monday and Group Rio de Janeiro 1 on Tuesday. The Special Group nights are by far the biggest attractions. The parades are televised nationally and are watched by large audiences.  Each samba school has a preset amount of time (90 minutes) to parade from one end of the Sambadrome to the other with all its thousands of dancers, its drum section, and a number of floats. Each school has its own unique qualities according to its own traditions. Schools are graded by a jury, and the competition is ferocious. On Ash Wednesday, grades are gathered and one school is declared the winner. The Parade of Champions is held the following Saturday featuring the five winning samba schools in the Special Group category.
Inflated prices to watch star samba schools exclude many Brazilians from attending. As a reaction to high levels of commercialization, Rio de Janeiro has experienced a resurgence in free block parties (Street Bands and Groups: Blocos) that take place in suburbs all over the city.  It is possible for a person who is not a member of any samba school to buy a costume and arrange for a spot as a dancer in one of the parade groups.

9pm came and the excitement for me was unreal.  Fireworks were let off as the first school left the other end of the drome.  The unfortunate thing being at the other end of the 700m stretch, we had to wait 33 minutes for the procession to reach us, but then I guess it works both way for them as they have to wait once it had passed them for the school pass us.  Really the best seats of the house would be the middle as there would just about nearly be a continual flow for the whole duration of the parade.  The difference in cost in the big scheme of things probably would have been worth looking into.  I think our seats were 40AUD and the middle seats started at 175AUD.  You probably are only going to be there once in your life for Carnival right.  Any way when we got the first glimpse of the first school I had my WOW moment and the first float was a massive all silver construction with these Greek looking naked men statues.  It was impressive, flashing and lit up like a Christmas tree followed by I rekon 10,000 plus people in costumes that are just amazing and to think all that work and money goes into the cost of the outfit and the float for 90 minutes and then it just gets thrown away.  Literally tossed into the bin.  There were people in the stands that were coming back in with costumes that we had seen in the previous school and wearing them for photos.  They did look cool and apparently they were damn heavy!!!

The Samba schools are very large groups of performers, financed by respected organizations (as well as illegal gambling groups), who work year round in preparation for Carnival. Samba Schools perform in the Sambadrome, which runs four entire nights. They are part of an official competition, divided into seven divisions, in which a single school is declared the winner, according to costume, flow, theme, and band music quality and performance. Some samba schools also hold street parties in their neighborhoods, through which they parade along with their followers.

Various “samba schools” compete in a huge parade. Each school presents a different theme, which they expose through their costumes, dance, music and the “carros alegóricos” huge vehicles decorated according to the theme designed specifically for the parade.  The schools are responsible for choosing their own themes, which usually revolve around historical happenings or some sort of cultural or political movement. 

We could see the clock countdown from where we were sitting so it was interesting how long each school took to get to us and in what time they actually crossed their last dancing person across the line.  If they go over time then they lose points in the scoring system.  It was just a flurry of colour, sequins and AMAZING costumes it really is hard to put into words the feeling and vibe of the Sambadrome.  It was certainly a once in a lifetime experience that was for sure and one I won’t forget in a hurry.  Each school has its own supporters and they also just dance to the one song for the whole 90 minutes.  One of the schools was super popular and the stand swelled with people for that 90 minutes and it was crazy for people to find spare spots and then when that school finished, the stand was just then back to busy.  A lot of people were starting to get really drunk, like really really drunk.  We were having beers and were a little merry, but why come all this way to a massive parade to not remember any of it?  Makes no sense to me but each to their own I suppose.

Sven, Kate and I lasted for 4 schools and till 4am.  We had had enough, and even though each float was different and amazing, there comes a time when the same repetitive tune keeps playing, and similar looking costumes keep coming that it was time to say farewell.  We left Paul and Liz who were determined to stay for the 3 remaining school performances and we had plans to meet at 7pm for dinner that night.

Our walk home was uneventful even though we did get lost at one point and what took us 25 minutes to get there took us an hour to get back, but back we did get at 5am and we were totally exhausted.  We had to find Nic a taxi to get her back to Copacabana which was easier than we first thought it would be and Kate and I were then tucked up in bed by 5.30am with an alarm set for 9am to wake up and see how we feel to make breakfast. 

WHAT A NIGHT AND I TOTALLY AGREE THAT THIS WAS THE BIGGEST PARTY IN THE WORLD.

Monday, February 27, 2012

WHEN MY BABY SMILES AT ME I GO TO RIO

This sums up our 6 nights in Rio during Carnival.  We were also singing Copacabana but that is actually about a night club in New York, so this song was just perfect!!

When my baby
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
De Janeiro, my-oh-me-oh
I go wild and then I have to do the Samba
And La Bamba
Now I’m not the kind of person
With a passionate persuasion for dancin’
Or roma-ancin’
But I give in to the rhythm
And my feet follow the beatin’ of my hear-eart

Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
De Janeiro
I’m a Salsa fellow
When my baby smiles at me
The sun’ll lightens up my li-ife
And I am free at last, what a blast

Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby
When my baby smiles at me
I feel like Tarzan, of the Jungle
There on the hot sand
And in a bungalow while monkeys play above-a,
We-ee make love-a
Now I’m not the type to let vibrations (Rio)
Trigger my imagination easily (Rio)
You know that’s just not me
But I turn into a tiger (Rio)
Everytime I get beside the – one I love (Rio)

Woh, oh, woh, woh-oh, Ri – Rio
Yeah Ugh – Rio – Ugh
Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my ba-a-aby (when my baby)
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio)
De Janeiro
I’m a Salsa fellow-ow
When my baby smiles at me
The sun’ll lightens u-up my li-ife
And I am free at last, what a blast

When my baby (when my baby)
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio)
That’s when I go to Rio (Rio)
Rio – Rio De Janeir-eiro
Rio, Rio, Rio
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THE WORLDS LARGEST PARTY CALLED CARNIVAL BEGINS

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WEATHER: HOT HOT HOT

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: Not losing my camera after all the stories that came out today

BUMMER OF THE DAY: Football game was a bit of a bummer

WORD OF THE DAY:  We are in Rio during Carnival

Breakfast was a buzz of conversation this morning.  A lot of people last night had wallets, cameras or jewelry stolen amongst the partying last night.  There was a group of girls who had their chains ripped straight off their necks, cameras out of pockets and wallets out of front pockets.  I rekon out of 30 people 10 people had something stolen.  That’s pretty high stats.  Mark had pre-warned us all to not take bags out at all and just some cash.  I ended up taking my drinking camera and it was tucked up in the left side of my boob and I had cashed stored up in the left bob.  Even though I looked lopsided in my dress it worked and I made it home with my camera and ‘some’ money the rest which was spent on the cheap beers.

We had one thing organized today and it was a football match this afternoon at 4.30pm.  With a massive day tomorrow at the Sambadrome, we decided to use this day as a chillax and rest day for the upcoming parade.  We had to collect our washing at 12 noon which was an interesting exercise in itself with the washing lady speaking no English.  How much English do you need to collect washing I hear you ask, well I got my washing back no problems, but Kate’s was not yet in a plastic bag and she was jib jabbing to us in Portuguese.  Hmmmmm maybe there are some items missing, count them Kate.  She counted them and all looked in order, so we just progressed into the payment side of things and this was also confusing as we were collecting Debs washing which she had already paid for so when Kate paid she also took money for Debs, so trying to explain to the old duck that we needed more change and she went to her old fashioned till 3 times getting money out as we tried to explain to her why she was doing it.  It was funny and frustrating all at the same time, but 20 minutes later we walked out with our clean washing under our arms. 

On our way back to the hotel a street party just sprung up from nowhere.  They literally just walk around the streets beating drums, old petrol cans, blowing whistles and pretty much anything that can make a noise and they walk the streets drinking and dancing.  The vibe is amazing and the drum beats go straight through you.  It is amazing to watch them walk, pull up a sidewalk for an hour or so and then keep on moving.  This particular one had a lot of drunk people for 12.30pm.  Add that to 39C heat and I think there will be some very sick puppies at the end of the day today.  I think I will pass on that, is that a sign that I am getting old or have I just gotten smarter in my years?

I used the afternoon to load photos to Facebook as I hadn’t loaded pictures since Paraguay, it’s nice to have fee Wi-Fi in the air-conditioned comfort of our hotel room.  AWESOME is the only word that would describe that.  It is a shame that I have lost my mojo for my blog at the moment.  I think there are just so much going on days are hot and long and then the party on at the night time it just doesn’t leave a lot of room for blogging.  There is also a lot of information that needs to go into the next few blogs and then tends to also slow me down a little trying to get all the information that I want in there.  I hate the feeling that I am falling further and further behind but with my notes to help me I know that I will get it done eventually…….
The pickup for the football today was at 4.30pm. Mark had warned us with Carnival and a top team playing a local team that the atmosphere is not going to be like the games that you see on TV, firstly Macarana Stadium is currently closed for renovations for the World Cup and secondly the trams were playing in a stadium that only holds 8000 people.  For Kate and I, who know nothing about football, it was just a chance for us to do something different even though it wasn’t that cheap at 50USD for a ticket.

As Carnival does, there was an impromptu street party and out transfer van couldn’t get to the hotel, so we walked for 10 minutes to get to the vans for them to take is to the stadium.  I think even after that small set back we had arrived early to the stadium so that had us literally driving around in circles for 40 minutes until we could actually get out of the van.  It felt like we were trying to lose some one tailing us or heading to a secret venue with all the driving, turns and lack of communication as we drove around.  But we made it to the stadium and we were still early.  There were some small local bars outside the gates, so we went to the quietest one and drank a 600ml beer in 15 minutes.  Besides it being so humid, we were hurried up as they were ready to let us into the stadium.  There was a guy selling Brazil merchandise and at the insistence of Sven I bought the really annoying wooden whistle that you can actually play a tune on as well.  I knew I was going to drive people nuts with this and I couldn’t wait.  Especially Kate, she was full of threats on what would happen to my whistle once my back was turned, but we will see about that.  We were security scanned and out tickets checked twice before entering the stadium and poor Sven got pulled up and asked what was under his shirt and when he lifted it up it was just his tummy!!!  He said he was so embarrassed.

I really don’t know much about football aka soccer to the Aussies.  There were a lot of tourists in the crowd, Tucan had supplied 42 of us at the game, but we were mixed in with some of the locals and they took the game quite seriously as they should as it was there team.  There was probably 500 people max at the game and it was concrete stands and self-seating.  The only bad thing was the concrete steps were painted black, so after the sun being on them all day they were super-hot to sit on, like nearly too hot.  Kate sat on her thongs to just try and give her butt cheeks some relief.  They were really scolding hot.  No alcohol is sold in the stadium and you are not permitted to bring it in either.  But there were plenty of men walking around with big Styrofoam boxes with cold water, soft drinks, ice creams, chips and peanuts.  They have a tough job with the box on their shoulder with ice and 30-40 drinks sloshing around in there.  Poor guys but the drinks are double the price than what you pay out of the stadium so they are making some good money out of us.  They also wear t-shirts with the prices of all their goods on the front which is a great idea!! 

The game finished and we were shuttled back to the hotel which was a 45 minute drive away.  Once again due to Carnival proceedings some of the roads we wanted to use were closed, so it took us a little longer to get back.  We had arranged to meet Liz and Paul at 9pm and as things would happen they walked back into the hotel the same time we got back at 9.45pm.  Great timing kids!  We met back up again at 11pm and met back in the lobby to have a bite to eat and another walk around to suck up the street parties around our area.  I’m not sure if it was the beers and the caiprinyas last night, but it seemed busier tonight, more drink people and the crush if people were on the border of not fun.  I guess us being sober probably adds to the lack of patience as well.  Dinner was a nice way to get out of the stream of people, but with a sidewalk café we still had a bird’s eye view of the people and their costumes.  After dinner we walked past the arches to the main square, got a caiprinya for the road and walked back to the hotel.  Seriously there were 100’s ,maybe even thousands of people drunk and we passed one guy that looked comatose standing up, it was a little freaky.  I offered him a sip of my drink as a joke and his friends took a second to comprehend that I was joking…. Ha ha their faces were priceless!   

Back to the hotel at 1am and I still had my cash and my camera.  My bra purse is working a treat and just don’t understand why people don’t want to delve in there to rob me?????  Big day tomorrow and I can’t wait to see the Parade tomorrow night!


THE VIEW FROM UP HERE IS AMAZING-CHRIST THE REDEEMER AND MT SUGARLOAF

.....AND MORE       
WEATHER: Hot and 34C

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: The views

BUMMER OF THE DAY: Can’t think of a single thing

Breakfast is included in the rate of the hotel and we have to say it is the best we have had on tour by far.  10 different kinds of rolls, scrambled eggs, deviled sausages, ham, cheese and platters of fruit.  What a spread.  There are a few drunk and hungover faces around the breakfast room this morning and this is exactly why I didn’t want to go out and glad that I didn’t last night. 

I am on day 84 of the South America portion of the trip.
I leave in day 88 of the trip and rejoin on day 115 in Manaus.
When I return there will be 42 days left…….  Where is the time going?

12 noon is a funny time for a day tour, it sort of disrupts the morning but we went for a small walk around the area, stopping at the supermarket and I needed to also buy a new pair of thongs to replace the ones that I broke in Paraty.  There was a shop not far from the supermarket that had Haviannas and I left 10 minutes later with 2 pairs under my arm.  They are a Brazil product after all.  I have to say they aren’t as comfy as my crocs, but I need to give them a chance as I have been wearing the same shoes for the last 7 months, so anything is going to feel weird after wearing one pair of shoes all the time. 

Walking around the streets there is a party air about the place.  There are people still drunk or are in the process of getting drunk.  There are people dressed as flight attendants, babies, ghosts, maids, nurses you name it there are people wearing it and for those less adventurous or not as prepared there are people walking around with all sorts of head pieces, hats, costume pieces and eye wear of all types.  They all look so cool and I think tonight is going to be a crazy night that is for sure.  Shelly and Sandy would love this place with all the fancy dress get up walking around the streets.  We have seen some creative outfits so far.

Leaving the hotel in out mini-van at noon our first stop was Christ the Redeemer is a statue of Jesus Christ in Rio de Janeiro and is considered the largest Art Deco statue in the world and the 5th largest statue of Jesus in the world. It is 39.6 meters tall, including its 9.5 meters pedestal, and 30 meters wide. It weighs 635 tons and is located at the peak of the 700-metre (2,300 ft.) Corcovado Mountain in the Tijuca Forest National Park overlooking the city. A symbol of Brazilian Christianity, the statue has become an icon for Rio de Janeiro and Brazil. It is made of reinforced concrete and soapstone, and was constructed between 1922 and 1931.

The ideas for erecting a large statue a top Corcovado was first suggested in the mid-1850s, when Catholic priest Pedro Maria Boss requested financing from Princess Isabel to build a large religious monument. Princess Isabel did not think much of the idea and it was dismissed in 1889, when Brazil became a republic with laws mandating the separation of church and state. The second proposal for a landmark statue on the mountain was made in 1921 by the Catholic Circle of Rio. The group organized an event called Semana do Monumento ("Monument Week") to attract donations and collect signatures to support the building of the statue. The donations came mostly from Brazilian Catholics.  The designs considered for the "Statue of the Christ" included a representation of the Christian cross, a statue of Jesus with a globe in his hands, and a pedestal symbolizing the world.  The statue of Christ the Redeemer with open arms, a symbol of peace was chosen.

The decision was made to build the structure out of reinforced concrete (designed by Albert Caquot) instead of steel, more suitable for the cross-shaped statue.  The outer layers are soapstone, chosen for its enduring qualities and ease of use.  Construction took nine years, from 1922 to 1931 and cost the equivalent of US$250,000 ($3,068,097 in 2012). The monument was opened on October 12, 1931.  The statue was meant to be lit by a battery of floodlights triggered remotely by shortwave radio pioneer Guglielmo Marconi, stationed 5,700 miles (9,200 km) away in Rome, but poor weather affected the signal and it had to be lit by workers in Rio.

In October 2006, on the statue's 75th anniversary, Archbishop of Rio Cardinal Eusebio Oscar Scheid consecrated a chapel (named after the patron saint of Brazil—Nossa Senhora Aparecida, or "Our Lady of the Apparition,") under the statue. This allows Catholics to hold baptisms and weddings there.
The statue was struck by lightning during a violent electrical storm on Sunday, February 10, 2008 and suffered some damage on the fingers, head and eyebrows. A restoration effort was put in place by the Rio de Janeiro state government and archdiocese to replace some of the outer soapstone layers and repair the lightning rods installed on the statue.

There are a few ways that you can get to Christ the Redeemer.  You can go up via a train that tracks up the side of Corcovado Mountain, you can walk (yeah right) or you can do what we did and you can drive to the ticket booths and then you need to take the National Park vans to the base of the statue.  We were given 30 minutes here.  It was so busy, which would be expected with Carnival officially starting today.  There are 2 ways that you can get to the statue which is via a lift, that had a queue a mile long, or you can walk the 100 odd steps to get you up which is the option we took as time was of the essence.  The views from up here are AMAZING, and you have to have good timing and a little patience as the weather up here changes at the drop of a hat as the clouds come and go all day long.  When we first got up there we had a great view for around 10 minutes and then it all disappeared in a white cloud for the rest of the time we were up there.  This also includes the statue itself with clouds passing around it too.  There were a lot of people up here, so I wasn’t able to get my jump with the statue, so I ran with the next best thing and I got it with one of the signs at the top.    

So we went back down the same way we got up and out next stop was one of the most well-known cathedrals in the city The Cathedral of Rio de Janeiro (Portuguese: Catedral Metropolitana do Rio de Janeiro orCatedral de São Sebastião do Rio de Janeiro), is the seat of the archbishop of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. It is dedicated to Saint Sebastian, the patron saint of Rio de Janeiro. The current church was built between 1964 and 1979 and replaced a series of old churches that had served as cathedrals since 1676. It is located in the center of the city. Conical in form and with a 96 meters internal diameter and an overall height of 75 meters, it has a standing-room capacity of 20,000 people.  The cathedral's four rectilinear stained glass windows soar 64 meters from floor to ceiling.  It was a beautiful church and dress code was not an issue here. 

From here we travelled to the steps that we had visited yesterday.  There are 250 steps measuring 125 meters long which are covered in over 2000 tiles collected from over 60 countries around the world.  No sooner than one section of the steps are 'finished', Selarón starts work on another section, constantly changing it so that it is an ever evolving piece of art. Selarón considers the work as "never complete" and claims that "This crazy and unique dream will only end on the day of my death".

Originally, tiles for the work were scavenged from various construction sites and piles of urban waste found on the Rio streets. Today however, most of the tiles are donated by visitors from all around the world. Of the 2000+ tiles, 300-odd are hand painted by Selarón depicting a pregnant African woman.

Our next and last stop was Sugarloaf Mountain.  It is a peak situated in Rio de Janeiro at the mouth of Guanabara Bay on a peninsula that sticks out into the Atlantic Ocean. Rising 396 meters above the harbor, its name is said to refer to its resemblance to the traditional shape of concentrated refined loaf sugar.  The mountain is only one of several monolithic morros (hills) of granite and quartz that rise straight from the water's edge around Rio de Janeiro. A glass-walled cable car, capable of holding 65 passengers, runs along a 1400-metre route between the peaks of Pão de Açúcar and Morro da Urca every 20 minutes. The original cable car line was built in 1912 and rebuilt around 1972/1973 and in 2008. The cable car leaves a ground station located at the base of the Babilônia hill, to the Urca hill and then to the Pão de Açúcar.

To reach the summit, passengers take two cable cars. The first ascends to the shorter Morro da Urca, 220 meters high. The second car ascends to Pão de Açúcar. The Italian-made bubble-shaped cars offer passengers 360-degree views of the surrounding city. The climb takes three minutes from start to finish. Departures are available every 20 minutes between 8:00 am and 8:00 pm and the fare is RS$4 for the whole way to Pão de Açúcar.

The view from up here was more amazing than Christ the Redeemer.  The only draw-back was the time of day, as it was just past 5pm and the sun was just starting to set in the wrong spot and it was making the photos a little too over exposed.  The view of Guanabara Bay is one of the highlights.  It is an oceanic bay.  On its western shore lies the city of Rio de Janeiro, and on its eastern shore the cities of Niterói and São Gonçalo. Guanabara Bay is the second largest bay in area in Brazil (after the All Saints' Bay), at 412 square kilometers with a perimeter of 143 kilometers.  Guanabara Bay is 31 kilometers long and 28 kilometers wide at its maximum. Its 1.5 kilometers wide mouth is flanked at the eastern tip by the Pico do Papagaio (Parrot's Peak) and the western tip by Pão de Açúcar (Sugar Loaf). 

This was definitely a highlight up here and if you are in Rio a definite must.  We made our back to the hotel getting back at 6.15pm with a quick pit stop at the dress/costume shop across the road we got some feathers to wear around tonight and blend in with the festivities. 

We had arranged to meet everyone at 7pm for dinner and to go and check out one of the street parties in the Lapa area.  Things were really start to fire up and there were a lot of people starting to hit the streets.  We are lucky we left at 7pm as we just found a table at a bar not far from the hotel that had set up temporary seating and tables.  There would have been 50 tables and it was busy.  The menu was only in Portuguese so we ordered what we knew which was pizza, fries and sandwiches.  There was a mix up with the order and our waiter guy bought out a plate of sausage and onion fried together.  Well I am not one to waste food so I took it and was only able to eat half the plate and I don’t think I will be able to look at another sausage for at least 12 months.  But it was delicious…….

After dinner we started our walk looking for some live music where we didn’t have to fight the throngs of people but still be in the thick of things.  This seemed harder than we first thought but we walked around and just sucked up the atmosphere.  There were areas that had drums playing, some areas had boom boxes blaring music but there was never a shortage of people dancing, singing and living the moment.  There are portable drink sellers everywhere with their large eskies full of ice and beer and soft drinks.  They have a deal where you get 2 cans of beer for 5RS which is like 2.50AUD, for 2 beers!!!!
No wonder people are drunk all the time walking the streets.  The drinks sellers could easily bump up their drink pieces and make some more money, heaven knows they work hard for it.  The city is on 24 hour activity.  You always see the drinks people pushing crates of beer up and down the streets to their stalls and ice race by in bicycles before it melts.  That is one thing that the Brazilians do well and that is keeping their drinks cold, like icy cold, all the time.   Especially when it is so hot, it refreshing to have a cold drink in your hands, even if it only lasts like that for 15 minutes. 

Paul, Liz and Kate have been collecting wrist bands from each country they visit.  Brazil still had to be purchased and we saw this Rasta looking guy with a stall of them.  The trick to the wrist bands is it has to be the countries colours.  This guy didn’t have any but he said he could make 3 and to come back in 15 minutes.  Well he looked like a weed smoking hippie, actually that is exactly what he was, so we were going to be interested on just how the finished product would look.  There were also a lot of caiparinya stalls around here as well and with the boat ride and mess of Paraty far far behind me, well 2 days ago; it was time to jump back on the caiparinya band wagon.  They only cost 5RS (2.50AUD) and are made fresh in front of you with lots and lots of ice…..ah just what the doctor ordered.  We headed back to our dope smoking pal and he was still weaving his first wrist band, so we told him we would come back in a few hours and headed back to the hotel for a toilet stop, the up side of having the street party in the same street as your hotel and not having to use the DISGUSTING port-a-loo’s that would even make Kenny cringe.  Kate decided this was enough for her, so with her tucked up in bed, getting some directions from reception on how to get to Centro where a concert was due to start at midnight was about to kick off. 

It only took us 20 minutes to walk to Centro and there was a massive stage with a 10 piece band and there were singers and microphone people entertaining the crowd all night.  It was a great setting actually as it was in a square of sorts with us surrounded by 2 old colonial buildings lit up in all their glory and the city on the other side.  So we found a patch of pavement with a beer guy setting up his esky directly behind us (handy) we were all set for the night to people watch, boogie and drink out 2.50 beers till 2am in the morning.  The costumes that are walking the streets are just fantastic and you always get a good laugh.  We were accosted by some male nurses at one point and also a big dice?  Out of all the things to dress as a dice?  Well each to their own I suppose.  But what a great night and we all made it back safe with camera and money in hand it was a successful night all round.

I can see why this is called the biggest party in the world.  It just doesn’t stop and with 1.2 million people hitting the streets each day I am sure no one can boast a party guest list like that one.   


Thursday, February 23, 2012

WE’RE GOING TO RIO BABY

WEATHER: 34C and hot

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: Rio Baby

BUMMER OF THE DAY: Saying good-bye to Rosita for 5 weeks

WORD OF THE DAY:  Carnival

We had a travel day to get us from Paraty to Rio.  It isn’t a big drive, approximately 5-6 hours and this is dependent on what traffic we hit as we skirt around Sao Paulo and reach Rio.

The drive was just a drive today.  Nothing of note to mention with just the one toilet break to get us into Rio just after 2pm.  My last instructions to Beth was to get the tickets issued for my trip to Ethiopia, today being Friday and with my flights for Tuesday, they just had to be issued otherwise they would just keep going up in price.  It was cheaper for me in the end to purchase a separate ticket from Rio to Sao Paulo and then pick up my international flight from Sao Paulo, Frankfurt, Addis Ababa, Frankfurt, Sao Paulo and finally to Manaus.  As there were 2 separate tickets I will have to see my bags in Sao Paulo and then recheck them on the Lufthansa legs, but I have 3 hours to do this and I come in and out of terminal 2 so I am hoping for a smooth process and if not I have enough ‘fluff’ time if needed.    So another BIG thanks to my personal travel agent Beth for all your work and getting back to me all the time.  At least you know I am a booker and not a time waster!

As we drove on the express way to get us into the city, we were passing large warehouses where we could see the massive floats that they will be using for Carnival on the weekend.  It was awesome to see them and it just made me so excited to see the actual parade on Sunday night.  It is a pretty awesome thing to say we are in Rio for Carnival and it is really one of a lifetime experiences that are up there with Macchu Picchu and the Great Wall of China.  We are in Rio baby!!!!!!!

Rio de Janeiro is the second largest city of Brazil, and the third largest metropolitan area and agglomeration in South America, boasting approximately 6.3 million people within the city proper, making it the 6th largest in the Americas, and 26th in the world. The city was the capital of Brazil for nearly two centuries, from 1763 to 1815 during the Portuguese colonial era,
Rio de Janeiro is the most visited city in the southern hemisphere and is known for its natural settings, carnival celebrations, samba, Bossa Nova, balneario beaches such as Barra da Tijuca, Copacabana, Ipanema, and Leblon. Some of the most famous landmarks in addition to the beaches include the giant statue of Christ the Redeemer atop Corcovado mountain, named one of the New Seven Wonders of the World; Sugarloaf Mountain with its cable car; the Sambódromo, a permanent grandstand-lined parade avenue which is used during Carnival; and Maracanã Stadium, one of the world's largest football stadiums. The 2016 Summer Olympics will take place in Rio de Janeiro, which will mark the first time a South American city hosts the event. Rio's Maracanã Stadium will also host the final match for 2014 FIFA World Cup. Rio de Janeiro will also host World Youth Day in 2013.

We are staying in the Lapa section of the city and a lot of the Carnival Street Parties will be held each night in our area, so it will be good that we won’t have to look at travelling far to be part of the celebrations.  The hotel itself is currently undergoing refurbishment and we were lucky enough to get one of the new rooms on the 8th floor.  We were missing a few fittings, but the aircon worked, the bathroom was all new and shiny and we had Wi-Fi access in the room.  What is a few missing fittings and construction materials in the hallway with all those pluses!!!  After we had checked in we got half an hour to enjoy the air conditioning our hotel rooms before meeting Mark in reception and then showing us a few things around the area like ATM machine, supermarket and the Laundromat. 

About a 10 minute walk from the hotel is a famous set of steps.  So Mark took those interested to the steps and I have to say they were pretty cool.  The official name of them is Escadaria Selarón.  They are the work of Chilean-born artist Jorge Selarón who claims it as "my tribute to the Brazilian people".
In 1990, Selarón began renovating dilapidated steps that ran along the front of his house. At first, neighbors mocked him for his choice of colours as he covered the steps in fragments of blue, green and yellow tiles – the colours of the Brazilian flag. It started out as a side-project to his main passion, painting but soon became an obsession. He found he was constantly out of money so sold paintings to fund his work. It was long and exhaustive work but he continued on and eventually covered the entire set of steps in tiles, ceramics and mirrors.

Running from Rua Joaquim Silva and Rua Pinto Martins, officially known as Rua Manuel Carneiro, the steps straddle both the Lapa and Santa Teresa neighborhoods in Rio de Janeiro. There are 250 steps measuring 125 meters long which are covered in over 2000 tiles collected from over 60 countries around the world.  No sooner than one section of the steps are 'finished', Selarón starts work on another section, constantly changing it so that it is an ever evolving piece of art. Selarón considers the work as "never complete" and claims that "This crazy and unique dream will only end on the day of my death".

Originally, tiles for the work were scavenged from various construction sites and piles of urban waste found on the Rio streets. Today however, most of the tiles are donated by visitors from all around the world. Of the 2000+ tiles, 300-odd are hand painted by Selarón depicting a pregnant African woman. Selarón doesn't comment on this except to say that it is a "Personal problem from my past".

Jorge Selarón was born in Chile in 1947. He traveled, lived and worked as a painter and sculptor in over 50 countries around the world before arriving and deciding to settle in Rio de Janeiro in 1983. He began renovating the steps on a whim in 1990.  Many times, his phone was cut off and he was threatened to be evicted from his house due to being unable to afford the living costs. He sold many paintings and accepted donations from locals and travelers to continue his work. Since 1977, Selarón has claimed to have sold over 25,000 portraits, all featuring the same pregnant woman which mostly funded his work.  It has been a labor of love for the artist who still resides in the same house by the steps he lived in when he started the work. He is mostly unfazed by the attention given to him by curious onlookers and tourists alike. He is constantly spotted at the steps working by day and treating drunken revelers to fascinating anecdotes by night.

We were lucky enough to have beaten the tourist busses and Selaron was actually sitting on the steps signing his postcards that you could buy from the small artist shop he has on site and getting his photo taken with tourists.  Kate got her photo taken with him and he does look and act a little strange.

From here we went back to the hotel and rested up for dinner which we were going to spend together as a group.  Mark took us to a ‘pay by the kilo’ restaurant and as the name suggests it is a buffet style set up and you put as much or as little on your plate and then you go to the teller, where they weight your plate and give you a receipt with the cost of the meal.  You then just keep going back and forth taking your receipt with you and the bill would keep tallying up.  The food was a great quality and by the end of the night I had eaten 740g of food which mainly compromised of meat fresh off the Brazilian BBQ.  It was a great feed.

So welcome to Rio and Carnival.  Our posse has decided to stay in tonight and save ourselves for the onslaught if the carnival festivities that officially start in full force tomorrow.  We have a city tour booked for lunch time tomorrow, so we will also get to see the ‘musts’ if Rio while we are here.