Hammmocks was the subject of discussions as we headed in temperatures of 35 degrees for the market and an unexpected church stop to mark the aniversary of Mum’s death. Inside the church a chinese recorder orchestra was rehearsing to the tune of Jingle Bells and as we emerged we were rewarded with the sight of a huge comodo type lizard slouching across….. Continue reading
Accompanied by Joe’s mum and brother in law we walked to visit the education centre begun by an Italian priest Fr Pedro Balzi. Pietrogrande. In scorching temperatures we walked through the favela seeing a variety of dwellings from those who had recently arrived from the north to more established ones. Those newly arriving build their home for themselves and their children from sticks filled out with mud. Continue reading
Tuesday we continued our journey by air arriving in Teresina, the first planned capital city, which boasts the third highest incidence of lightening strikes! A midnight temperatures in the mid 20’s left us wondering how we were going to survive the heat, which by mid morning on Wednesday had climbed into the early thirties.
Lathered in sun block….. Continue reading
We all enjoyed the leisurely air conditioned coach journey that took us the 4hr journey south to the city of Aparecida, now home to Brazils national shrine that commemorates the patron saint of Brazil, Our Lady of Aparecida. Huge and grandiose… Continue reading
We had a fantastic week on the project in Rio de Janeiro with the visit of the English group. The children were excited and had great fun dancing and singing to the visitors, showing a little of our folklore and culture. The atmosphere established was much joy and brotherhood. I was very happy when I saw children approaching people, shaking hands and saying with great pride in impeccable English “My name is …”, a sincere demonstration of welcome and happiness. Perhaps it may seem little to some eyes, but for our children, the demonstration of what they learned is very important. See in the other the recognition of their skills is what matters most!
In the days that followed I had the wonderful opportunity to accompany the group on its activities and tours around my city.
The joy of seeing my great and dear friend Joe was already huge, to review Connie, and socializing with people happy and united as a family, it was all good. Knowing personally Margaret, who was already very dear, and Keith, and be able to thank them for the wonderful work they do was another important moment for me.
It seems they liked to come by and I hope that was born some connection between us all, so they probably will come back and I can be reunited with them again. Thank you all for caring for me, and to everybody of the project. I wish them all a good trip. Lot’s of love to all!
Another glorious day joined us as we made the journey to the Benedictine Monastry for Sunday worship. The monastery walls were highly decorative ; from top to bottom they were covered in a highly decorative gold coloured metal moulding . The seats were packed to capacity with worshippers … Continue reading
The North East market opens each day but at weekends the traditional live music draws thousands of people. So busy that us gringoes almost had to hold a hands and walk in a crocodile to avoid getting split up.
Hundreds of stalls packed side by side selling food stuffs, clothing, footwear, jewellery, kitchen ware, hammocks, music and footwear. Dozens of cafes.. Continue reading
John a founder and exceptionally proud leader of the oldest, officially recognised favela community in Rio seemed delighted to have the opportunity to show us round his favela ,which is home to 2500 people. Continue reading
Dressed in our glad rags we were bound for Senaria`s one of the hottest night spots in Rio. On entry we were issued with a card listing the food and drink available and each time we ordered a drink our `card was marked´ accordingly. The building was massive… Continue reading
Another beautiful morning dawns and we are off to visit this iconic landmark. There was some trepidation from companions over using the cable cars and promises were elicited that no one would make any unnecessary movements thus causing the car to swing!
Again magnificent panoramic views lay before us as we ascended the summit; it is amazing how the city has crept up and around the hills colonising every possible nook and cranny, the pale colours of the buildings contrasting with the dark hills and the shoreline to look like milk that might have been spilled and then flowed out.
Thirst took us to the beach to buy coconut water, which is the coconut juice before it matures into coconut milk. The green football shaped fruit is kept chilled and a hole is pierced through the nut, a straw then gives access to the juice which though a little sweet is pleasant, and very refreshing and unlike anything I have tasted before.