First impression of Brazil: It’s cold!
We got off the bus in Curitiba, that is remarkable in that it his build 1000 meters in altitude. So instead of moving north towards a warmer climate, we had come back to our starting point. Genius!
I can’t blame Weirdo and Cranky though. Curitiba was the only place we had a host in.
Since we left Australia, it’s been quite difficult to find a host. We were desperate to the point of using the Couchsurfing® company. BeWelcome needs some love in South America…
It was the first time we Couchsurfed™ for a long time. And our previous experience had weirded us out a bit. Continue reading Couchsurfing dance in Brazil
I’m hitching my first truck. Way better than a car. They have a bed instead of back seats and I don’t need to stay in the harness. +1 for trucks.
So, since riding the metro or the bus means risking death through pneumonia by way of air-conditioning abuse, we hitchhiked from the Singapore suburb where we live to town. #HHrulez and #fuckdaAC
I was beginning to think that the whole day was going to suck when we got our Golden Ride. It was 14:00, we were hitchhiking since 8, and had only gotten one single respectable ride to a temple town called Chidambaram. A very noisy temple. Many people were celebrating a political victory of one kind or another by blowing up hundreds upon hundreds of firecrackers.
But the hitching wasn’t very good. People kept stopping on their motorcycle to explain to us how to get to the bus station. When we managed to get across the fact that we were hitching, they usually underwent a little culture shock and went on explaining that it was absolutely sure not to work. I really liked it when someone stopped to pick us up right at that moment. Continue reading Temple run
So Weirdo and Cranky went to some hippie movie theatre in Auroville tonight. The film wasn’t much fun, but I got to play with Anna. Anna is a friend of theirs with curly red hair that I like a lot and I think she likes me all right. She walks around everywhere with that shady boyfriend that hasn’t even bothered to pinch my cheeks ever. I just ignore the dude.
When it was over, the two lunatics wanted to go home and found that it was nighttime. And Auroville is quite a bit from Pondicherry. So, instead of calling a taxi like any sane person would, they decided to hitchhike the dark highway at the toll gate.
Continue reading Hitching in the dark