Thursday, January 11, 2007

The struggle

Along memorylane:
There is allways a solution
Back in 1998, during Christmas-time, Anna and I spent some 10 days in Paraty. Paraty is a small village in the State of Rio de Janeiro about 245 km down the Coast (Costa Verde) from Rio. The Village was, before the railroad was buildt, a very important harbour for shipping Gold and Coffee from the Brazilian inland to Europe. After the railroad to Rio was buildt, the village was more or less forgotten and left to it’s own destiny.

In the early 1950's, wealthy people in Rio redescovered the charming colonial style village, and it’s popularity have ever since growth. It’s on the UN World Heritage list.

After having dinner, a fantastic bacalaou in a restaurant down by the seaside, we walked out in the direction to our hotel (Poussada el Corsair). When close to the destination, we looked into a little cafe/bar and descided to have some coffee. Sitting down, we were served coffee by a young man (boy is more correct). Excellent Brazilian coffee.

Suddenly, two couples, in their late 20’s arrived. Very spirituell, laughing, talking highly, asked for beer, and got it. Asked for Music. And got it. Samba. Samba the kind you can hardly sit still. Your body can’t help it. It moves all by itself.

Without having a chance to finnish our coffee, we were dragged up from our chairs. C’mon on. Danse Samba. -We can’t.
-You Learn. We teach.

No chance. The body was rentless. It moved.

-See me steps. You do same.

Danse Samba. Danse Samba. O-o –o

Took only minutes, and everybody was on the floor. The Samba.
We got thirsty. Asked for a Bottle of Wine.

Vinho.
Si, Said the Boy behind the Bar. And jumped up on the icecreamfreezer. Picked down a bottle high upon the wall, next to the roof.
And… Where is the Screwdriver? Where is it?. High and low he searched, quick as a propel. No screwdriver.

(He meant Corkdriver)

He looked at us, and remarked our anxiousness.

No problema – No problema.

He picked up a diskcloth, hold it against the bottom of the bottle, and started hammering the bottle against the mural wall.

Bang - bang - bang




There’s allways a solution. We got our wine.

And danced Samba to the Early Morning.

Es do Brazil.



Danse Samba, danse samba


1998 - Paraty - TAA

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14 Comments:

Blogger cheH said...

This must be really fun!!I've got few brazilian friends here in DE but ironically,they're learning some dance steps from me instead lol

Their samba dance steps are for me rather the best though

January 11, 2007 5:49 pm  
Blogger cheH said...

BTW tor,do you speak their language?

January 11, 2007 5:52 pm  
Blogger TorAa said...

@Che: No (only some simple frases) - I compare to French.

January 11, 2007 5:54 pm  
Anonymous Lisa said...

Unexpected times of joy like this can often be the most pleasurable!

January 11, 2007 6:16 pm  
Blogger RennyBA said...

People around you always seams to get so creative TorAa!
You might also call this doing it 'the Norwegian way'; when a bottle is opened, you never need the cork again:-)

January 12, 2007 12:03 am  
Anonymous Mrs Lifecruiser said...

Ah, dance is good, samba is excellent! We were in Brazil in December 2005 but, believe it or not, never got the chance to dance samba over there!

Though I have danced it in Sweden, a Brazilian friend thought me some steps. She has moved back there again. Somewhere in the northeast, outside Natal, nearby Ponta Negra beach where we were. (We know an pousada owner there)

The climate is wonderful over there, but it's a very poor country with too many criminals, I'm sorry to say.... One has to be very careful going there today.

January 12, 2007 12:22 am  
Blogger Logophile said...

Don't try that bottle solution at my house
:p

January 12, 2007 5:57 am  
Blogger Wendz said...

Now that's what I call fun! Lovely story and photos,

I loathe bacalaou though - just hate it!

January 12, 2007 9:14 am  
Blogger ShadowFalcon said...

Wow sounds like fun. I cna't dance a step prehaps I should visit Brazil!

January 12, 2007 10:50 am  
Blogger Shionge said...

Whoa! What a lovely memory lane with you and Anna and I can see that both of you had a great time!

Thank you for sharing!

By the way, not able to update my blog at all, so sad, hope blogger is normalise. Have a great weekend.

January 12, 2007 7:03 pm  
Blogger LadyWhiteSpirit said...

thank's for ur visit :)

alive and colorful photos and i like the 1st one i notice the vibrant sunshine

January 12, 2007 8:56 pm  
Blogger TorAa said...

@Ladywhitespirit: Nice of you to visit and thanks for your cheering comments
@shione: So sad to hear about your blogger problem.Miss your posts.

Me to have had similiar difficulties, and of top of that, my new highspeed line has been down for 48 hours.
Had to leave the Modem without current for 1 hr. Then It worked again. Modern Technology- he-he.
@shadowfalcon: Go to Brazil, but as a woman, don't go to Fortaleza unless you love women (7 out of ten babies born there are said to be girls).
@wendz: Thanks; yeah, it was really fun. And they have much more to eat than bacalau (they have one recipe for every day)
@logophil: Well, I'll arrive with a corkdriver or a bottle of wine with screwcork, if not a B-i-B.LoL
@Samba is fun, due to the Music. Brasil: Yes, watch your step certain places. In Paraty it's safer than most places in the Nordics. And most places in Fortaleza too.

Everybody: Thanks for kind and funny and serious comments. It makes and old soul warm.

January 12, 2007 9:29 pm  
Blogger Ginnie said...

Tor, you really know how to tell a story! I love it!!!

January 13, 2007 4:22 pm  
Anonymous TorAa said...

@Ginnie: I'm flattered. Thank you from a humble man.

January 13, 2007 7:13 pm  

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