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Wednesday, July 16Location: Porto Alegre, Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil Today's weather: 15░C, Rain Today I got up about 8am. The rain, as foreshadowed by yesterday's grey skies, has arrived in force. I spent most of the morning replying to email and uploading some changes to the Amazon Adventure web site. At 11:30am I left the apartment to catch a bus into the central city. Fortunately it wasn't raining hard, so my jacket was able to keep me dry enough. I met Susi and some of her friends outside her work, and we wandered around the corner to a small restaurant. Lunch was a buffet, and we were able to pile up our plates with food for about R$ 7 per person. We talked about life in Brazil and how it compares to New Zealand. Susi and her friends became excited when I told them how much people in New Zealand get paid – the salaries in Brazil are about half of what we would get paid in New Zealand. After lunch I went to visit the Public Library (Biblioteca Publico) where I had intended to write some letters and to do a little reading. But the Public Library was very small – it was just one room in the corner of a building. I felt sad for the people living in Porto Alegre, because libraries are important for people's education. Because Porto Alegre is such a large city (1.3 million people) I felt that it should have a large library comparable to those in New Zealand cities – but lack of money is a problem. Books are very expensive in Brazil. I went for a wander around the city. The shops were comparable to New Zealand in terms of what they sold –but the buildings look very run-down and dirty compared to New Zealand. Buildings aren't as comfortable and pleasant as in New Zealand – most lack carpets and only have simple furnishings. Many of the buildings seem to have been built in the 1930s and 40s, so seem quite old. After an hour, the rain started again. It soon became a torrential downpour – forcing me to run from shop awning to shop awning. A lot of the women in Brazil seem short, which meant that I had to be very careful walking around to avoid getting slapped in the face by open umbrella at face height. I eventually found refuge in a small cafe where I wrote several letters and waited for the rain to stop. At 6pm, I returned to Susi's work. We went to visit an art centre showing exhibits from local artists and included several rooms with art by local schoolchildren. The children's drawings and paintings were similar to children's art in New Zealand – there were pictures of their families, friends, pets, and where they lived. But there were also a few pictures of boats, Indians, monkeys, and other things specific to living in Manaus. Afterwards, we went to watch Susi's soccer (football) team practice and play at an indoor soccer pitch. Unfortunately Susi can't play for several weeks due to the fact that she has a very sore nose right now. But she made sure that she was there to cheer them on. This she did very loudly and enthusiastically – like most Brazilians. Brazilians love soccer even more than New Zealanders love rugby. Members of the team stopped by to say hello to Susi and wish her a speedy recovery. They miss her because she is their best player (or so she tells me). We then travelled to pick up Marli and Camilla for dinner at a friend's house. The friend is Cristina, who hosted a wonderful New Years Eve party when I first visited Brazil (arriving on December 31). She works with Susi, and lives with her friend Josanna. Cristina and Josanna cooked a beautiful gaucho-style barbecue, using giant skewers and a brick oven similar to the one in Nova Brescia a few days before. The meal was quite late because Brazilians tend to start eating dinner at about 9pm – much later than we do in New Zealand. We all talked over dinner – though Susi and Josanna got into a small argument over soccer (they support different teams). We all helped with the dishes, and Cristina and I had a play swordfight with the skewers. Cristina won . . . but I should add that it was only because I let her. We left Cristina's and arrived back at home at 11:30pm. |