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Arraial - day 1
Jan 07, 2000

These older journal entries were hastily typed in at local cybercafes where I was paying by the minute.  Please excuse grammar mistakes or typos. 

Rio & Arraial d'Ajuda
It is 10pm and I'm laying in a hammock, sobering up, debating (can one debate with oneself?) if I should go out tonight.  I am a bit tired, the executivo bus was very nice, but the last night's trip from Rio to Puerto Seguro still took 19 hours. 


Now that I've left Rio I feel I should write a bit more about it.  It has achieved the status of one of those few select cities that I would like to live in.  I heard that it was dangerous.  I heard that it was expensive.  I heard that the women were beautiful.  I don't doubt that there is an element of danger, but no one hassled me.  The people that I met were very friendly.  Expensive?  Food at the pretty good buffets is $3/pound and beer is less than $1 a liter.  And the women...  they are beautiful. 

Life in Rio revolves around the beach.  Sports - soccer, volleyball and this thing in between soccer and volleyball where you kick the ball over the net are all played on the beach.  Relationships - people meet, date and break up all on the beach.  Drinking - there are vendors every couple of hundred feet selling beer and booze along with coconut milk directly from the coconut.  In addition, days can just be wasted away just sunning or playing in the waves.  You realize that you've been in Rio for a while when the bikinis tucked in only part in the back stop looking skimpy.  At night things do move away from the beach.  The discos are lively and don't even start picking up until 1 in the morning. 

Arraial d'Ajuda

Arraial d'Ajuda - pronounced???  I can't even come close to pronouncing the name of this town right.  I check into a hotel and immediately head down to the beach.  I walk down a steep hill and through a couple of bars to reach the beach - that's right through a couple of bars to reach the beach.  Copacabana consists of wide stretches of beach leading down to the ocean in a testament to sand and water.  d'Ajuda consists of a narrow stretch of sand lined with bar restaurants, bar discotecs and just bars in a testament to partying on the beach - in addition it is very beautiful.  After a long walk down the beach I turn around a head back.  I stop for a couple of drinks at the dance party next to MTVs dance party.  The bar closes at 8pm to prepare for the nights festivities which start at 11pm - leading to my current dilemma, sleep or dance? 

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