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Fairytales from Brazil

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It was somewhere between Ubaitaba and Itacaré it happened. We were travelling along the bumpiest road in history, the kind where you need a sports bra to survive the ride in a buss with no shock absorbers. Suddenly the lights in the bus went off and it stopped in the middle of the road. The ride that was supposed to take 2.5 hours ended up taking 8 hours.

We supposed that it was the gear box that had broken, but what did we really know, we don't speak many words of Portugese. And even if we had spoken a bit, it would have been really hard to understand anything in the cacaphony that surrounded us. It was really at this point you again realized the huge difference between countries and their cultures in the way "crisis" situations are handeled. The bus was standing in the middle of a small sandy road in the middle of the jungle, it's already dark and no cars are passing by.

So what do you do if you don't have a cellphone to call for help? Apparently, some people stand and jibber about who knows what (hopefully about what could be wrong with the bus), and very loudly I might add. Others seem to prefer running around inside and outside the bus, screaming and hitting the side of the bus and going completely loco like monkeys with adhd. A third group of people sees the opportunity to snuggle right in front of everybody, which seems by the way to be really common in this country. Then there are the finnish tourists that don't understand a word of anything anybody is saying and think they are much smarter than the local people. They compare how a situation like this would be handled in their own country. Of course, you would grab your cellphone and call for help! Or at least catch the next passing vehicle and get some help.

4 hours later when we were already discussing walking to the next town, a ladyboy suddenly showed some interest in us and he revealed that he knew a few words of english. He told us that it is 50km to the next town, so we had to skip the plans about walking (although we weren't REALLY going to walk anyway). In the next second a moped passed by and the ladyboy ran out and hopped on it and drove away. Great. The only person who talked any english just vanished into the dark.

When some 5 hours had passed and the adhd monkeys were still running around screaming, or should we say being very loud an apparently having fun, the ticket guy gets a ride with a car somewhere. And so does a bunch of other people, too (this was about 11 at night). About 2 hours later when we are already passed out in the back of the bus, a new bus arrives and we can continue our ride to Itacaré, which was our destination. One of the loco guys can't stop having noice just yet; he decides to sing a song to everybody. Apparently he is so happy we finally got the ride. Eventually he falls asleep and it gets strangely quiet in the bus. You can only hear the bumping of peoples butts agains their seats.

And soon we arrived to the deserted bus station of Itacare.

Well, it was a hectic experience...But hey, we saved 75 reals by not taking the more expensive (DIRECT) bus AND we got to see what the stars look like at night in the middle of the jungle: it was beautiful.

ps. The distance on the map between Itubera and Itacare is about 50km. We started form Itubera at 13:00 and arrived in Itacare at 1:00 in the morning. I guess you shouldn't estimate the time to travel between two places only by the distance on the map...

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