Mar-2014
Who screams Copacabana?
It’s 1 o’clock in the afternoon. I can feel the sand starting to stick against my feet and my toes are wiggling to remove some of it. The sun is bright and it might be a bit too much for me to handle today. I look for my yellow carnaval tank-top with my hands while laying on top of my Brazilian flag towel so that I can protect my already burned belly against the sun with a piece of clothing. My legs are resting on top of my beach-bag, where I keep my money and my iPhone, just in case any thief wants to pick on me this afternoon.
There are two girls laying a few meters away from me, who have been “disturbed” already like three times within the last 30 minutes by the local guys with their really very short swimwear who are strolling the beach in search of beautiful girls. Big, small, huge and tiny buttocks have been passing my sight as all the women here wear their tanga bikini with pride. No matter their figure nor cellulitis… Local salesmen are walking and shouting about their merchandise: “cervejas, água, guarana!”, “sanduíches fresco!”, “eu sou o Arabe!”, “camarão!”. A young man with his face partly tattooed wearing a T-shirt 3 times his size walks towards me because I looked up by accident. He carries a flexible wire of some kind of metal around his arm and shows we two earrings. I tell him I’m not shopping today, but he insists on making a special ring for me. I let him do his little show and it is actually quite creative. From the metal wire he is carrying around his arm he cuts of a piece and creates a ring with flowers within 2 minutes. The only thing he wants from me in exchange for the ring is a bottle of water. What a different life, here in Rio de Janeiro.
The Copacabana beach
Copacabana
Ipanema beach during the sunset
About Renate Rigters
Ever since I left my home country I felt at home at any other place I went to. I enjoy getting to know more cultures by talking to strangers and hearing their philosophy about life. Speaking with gestures when you can not find a shared language, finding places only the locals go to and learn about their customs and values. Hanging out with local people makes me happy. The experience of every new place is a step out of your comfort zone where I like to wander around until it feels like a second home.
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We haven’t been to Brazil yet but the first picture looks amazing!
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Good one! I just published a photo on your page 🙂 You have a fantastic weekend too!