20. I wandered along the terminal, zombie-style. At some point after two hours, I decided to go to Vila Mariana. Luiz and its sister picked me up. Burger King, gross. The bridge at night, and following Jonás [br]: terrible country-like Beatles covers, in an expensive pub. Splitted and then rejoined (with the addition of German [ar]), the group went to a posh party at Ana’s house. It was a strange mix of a rich family party and a drug schizo show. There was an absurd protocol silently imposed, while a disturbed guy had long monologues with a parrot. Jet set life did kill us. The multiplication of beer cans (the Chinese first, and later, in the supermarket).
Trianon-masp.
21. Had lunch in house of Luiz, with its mother and Jonás. Then, I prepared my stuff for the flight. And we tried to go to the park, but the rain spoiled that plan again. We ended the cats with cataracts, and then, forgot to play snooker. We end up eating pizza in the house of German and their two children. Good pizza and… you know. Then, went to the airport.
Trianon-masp and the airpoets. The worst pictures in a while.

Desde el cielo Favela y puente Escena parecida por la noche y a lo cutre 500 dolares Pseudoestudio de profundidad de campo Pizza Ponte La visión de Luiz Cataratas

18. Rio. Hostel and drowsiness. Later, I strolled along the center of the city. Havaianas and not enough money for velcro (the addiction). Then I went to the Copacabana beach. Tranquil night.
19. With Piotr [de, pl], in a day without Christ, to Pão de Açúcar. We took a train to Santa Teresa, and then searched of the Christ through the fog. At night, we (and some gringos of the hostel) went to Lapa. The gringos fled absurdly to Ipanema, after an hour of bus and rain. The night turned out to be peculiar, although with a somewhat frustrating end. Without any sleep and after some time at the hostel, I went to the terminal.

Sugarloafpano 90 graus Palmeras Copacabana El único Cristo visible Edifs Pão de Açúcar Asalto Noche naná, nanananananana Sugar-‘love’ fog Piram Desde Sta. Teresa Macaco Nose En Río, drogas mil Prefeitura Azatoth na bilbioteca Control Cristo y la niebla Heli Hortifruti, en espera de Cristo Rio Sta. Teresa y los putos cables Detalle Pão Night shift Parque Cristo redentor [ext: Piotr]

I remember biding farewell to the owner of the hostel. I spend some time with him and his friends the night before, and they had -to certain extent- an enjoyable character. I’m not sure I remember well now, but I think that they were Syrian (and some from Palestine, maybe?). There or close. Before I got out of the secluded hostel, he gave me a “gift”. That was a block of “paraguaya”, pressed weed. Of course, I wasn’t into flying with that in my luggage, so I refused. But he insisted, never accepting a no as an answer.
And there I was, waiting for the bus smoking as most as I could smoke before leaving the block somewhere close to a tree. Both the process of getting to the airport and the flight itself were strange… not bad, funny to say the least.

14. It took time to get to Ana Rosa from the airport. Lodged in an expensive hostel which was not as good as presumed by its ‘rating’ in a popular web page. Then the typical stuff, that time with chess. Reunion with Alex [us], whom I knew in Valparaíso, December 2oo7. This encounter, although known by us through facebook, would had been also occurred randomly, because both we had reservations for the same hostel. The world of hostels is quite small, indeed.
15. Along with Rohan [in], Lonard [br], I visited Bovespa, the market, and some other parts of the city. After Alex joining us, we went to Vila Magdalena. ‘O melhor bolo de chocolate do mundo’ (The world’s best chocolate cake) in São Paolo it didn’t disappoint, though that statement is clearly exaggerated. Beer and a not warned ‘couvet’. That swindlers…
16. I met with Luiz [br], whom I knew from Santiago (middle of April’08). Out in a tuesday night. Successful lies: A public scandal without public with Fernanda [br].
17. I got all my stuff from hostel I didn’t sleep in. We went to Tietê, Luz, then tried to walk in the park but the rain was being poured too heavily from the skies. So we found ourselves at Luiz’s home, watching ‘Rescue Dawn’, and having a pie of chicken done by its mother. Before midnight, I was in the terminal waiting for a bus to Rio.

Bovespa Predio Impuestos Bala estelar Mercado I’m not crazy

I had two intentions that day: visiting Itaipu, just to appreciate the engineery job, and going to City of the East, Paraguay. But the day began late, and the logistics took many time.
I did the ‘visita especial’ in Itaipu, the one that enters into the dam. One curious (to say the least) thing was the noticeably corporative video they put before the visit, where they express the incredibly great things that they are doing.
Conceptually, I crossed to Paraguay, but within the condominiums of the binational, not through the ‘Ponte da Amizade’. It was too late to do so after the visit to the dam. I ended up in the hostel, where I played some pool.

x280 March of the robots

Some pictures I took in the hostel. The toad looked like it was dying, but it awoke at night, and hunted many confused insects.

Bola Sete Sapo Atardece Gato Meditação

I fled away from the Bambu hostel, and went to other one, far from the city. After that, it was the time to take pictures of animals.
At night, with the people at the hostel.
Conclusion: A document on birds, and some other tiny beasts…

Flamencos I Feo (Urubu-rei) Estupef Ea Perfil El porqué del perpetuo perfil Araçari-banana Arara-vermelha-grande Arara-azul-grande Anacondas Amor entre arajubas Ameaçado (Papagaio-de-cara-roxa) Agresionne e amore (qual lingua?) 2012 follower Psycho (Araçari-castanho) Papagaio-moleiro Papagaio-do-congo Marrón Ni idea Laranja Delgao Pantanal Supervivencia Tamariz Harpia, rapinha Coso Flamencos III Flamencos II Vegetação

In the border, I met Marcos [es]. Once in Brazil, I went directly to the hostel I planned. It wasn’t satisfactory, though it had good reviews on the Internet.
I visited the Parque Nacional das Cataratas do Iguaçu, and got too exposed to the sun, without any severe effect.
After some hours with the hot Thayane [br] preparing caipirinhas, the undecided confessions of Alberto [co,de], and some standard conversations with some gringas and the owner of the hostel, I called it a night.

Stream Atardecer AI completo Fall Microsímbolo fálico Otra

They were not the floods in Sta. Catarina those that stopped me. After all, it passed enough time, and it was again a safe and interesting area. I was stopped by the Brazilian bureaucracy, or more precisely, ineptitude: the immigration service was 22 kilometers (in Sta. Vitória) of the customs (2 km from Chuy). I guess that business as EGA give a solution to these bureaucratic problems. But its agency was closed (and the previous day they did not tell me of the potential problems I could have). And in the ‘rodoviario’, they asked me for a permit.
It could not pass the customs with the backpacks. Even if I had solved that matter, I was 22 Km away from complementing the needed papers.
So I just refused to stay one more day there to solve the absurd problems that appeared when trying to cross the border, and I took the bus to Montevideo. I could improvise. I was improvising.
A pity, because, it may have been interesting to write posts like ‘En pelotas em Pelotas’. But then, I was willing to cross through Iguazú.

Fallas gramaticales Camino a la frontera Seguimos comprando adeptos (mediante frases estúpidas)