A rather humbling little tool that shows you just how little of the world you’ve seen in your life. Give it a try…
But perhaps this year I will add significantly to this map. I have prospective gigs in China, Pakistan and Azerbaijan. I don’t know whether any of them will pan out, but time will tell.
The last several years I have traveled extensively in Brazil on business, attending trade shows, meeting with prospective customers, and tending to my first few customers there. Its been a very interesting set of experiences and has all been made quite enjoyable by the efforts of my agent and good friend Marcelo Diaz in Sao Paulo. Also, my wife has traveled with me for two of these trips. And given Linda’s penchant for adventures, this always makes things a bit more lively.
Now photography is not my specialty… not by a long shot. And most of these pictures were taken with my phone, not even a real camera. So if you are a denizen of Linda’s blog sort of stumbling around and finding yourself here, I warn you that this is a whole different kettle of fish — er, photography. But there are some interesting bits here. Take a hundred pictures and you’re bound to come up with at least a few that are not too bad. So here goes… with anecdotes to follow after the snazzy gallery display.
Welcome to Rio. Right off the red-eye flight to Rio de Janeiro with my wife in tow, Marcelo picks us up in his car and starts showing us around the city. On the hilltop separating the Copacabana from Ipanema beaches we come across a police road block. The cops are sporting serious-looking assault rifles. So a tense conversation starts up between Marcelo and the police. When he gets back in he has a ticket for some sort of safety violation. He says they asked him for a bribe and he refused. I say “Marcelo! They were armed with automatic weapons… pay the bribe!”. A perfect introduction to getting by in Brazil.
Into the Favela. If you are familiar with Brazil then you know about the favelas; the lawless slums ruled by the drug lords. Obviously these neighborhoods are looked down on by the rest of Brazilian society. In Rio de Janeiro, the favelas are very close to the beaches where the travelers tend to go. And, as a result, you better watch your ass when you’re out for the evening. So, one day while I’m off at a customer’s site, Linda just has to contract with a local drug dealer for a tour of Copacabana’s nearby favela. I think Marcelo just about fainted when he heard about this later.
Blame it on Rio. Now that I think of it, all the really outrageous stuff happened in Rio. We took another tour (together this time) with a flamboyant and very gay tour guide through downtown Rio … visiting all the cabarets even though they were closed. But our guide was very explicit, filling in details about what sort of action was available in which place etc. During this trip we took a little tram to an artistic (spelled “beat”) neighborhood. Unfortunately, the outskirts of the neighborhood abutted a favella, and I had to swat away a street urchin who was running alongside the train making a play for the camera of a Canadian woman who was sitting next to me. Among other thrills on that trip, Linda witnessed a drive-by mugging and saw a pedestrian hit-and-run. But with all of that we had a wonderful stay there and loved most of it.
Olinda and Recife. Olinda was the first capital of Brazil I hear. Today its sister city Recife is far larger. Olinda has been relegated to suburb status but is definately the old town area. It is very well known for the giant costumes the locals wear during Carnivale as they parade down Olinda’s pitched, cobble-stoned avenues. We stayed in a very nice pousada (bed and breakfast) and really felt that we got to know this very special place.
Salvador. Linda didn’t get to see this place but I attended a trade show there. It had a very large historic area that Linda would have loved. I guess Salvador was a slave trade center and, in fact, most of the residents are black. The traditional garb looks a lot like an Aunt Jemima outfit. The food is out of this world! Spicy and full of flavors.
Curitiba. Pronounced kur-ih-chee-ba. The further south you go the more modern it gets. Sao Paulo is a giant city and very cosmopolitan. Curitiba is a very modern mid-sized city — probably Denver-sized — to the south. I found it a lot cleaner than the other Brazilian cities I have visited but, somehow, lacking personality. Maybe future trips will change my opinion.
Belo Horizonte. Pronounced bella-hor-eh-zonch. An interior foothills type of city, I had the best pizza ever in my entire life in this city. And it looks like my next big customer is signing on in that city. So yeah, I’m a big fan.
Paraty. Leaving the best until last, Linda and I went to this little fishing village for a weekend refuge from Rio’s craziness. This was one of the most picturesque and special places I have ever been. Our pousada was small, artistic and perfect. The old gold town’s port was lazy and serene. The people were friendly and welcoming. It was a wonderful sojourn that I will never forget. Perhaps in retirement, I will return to that place (as long as they get better internet access). Unfortunately I cannot find my Paraty pictures. I’ll keep looking and will post them when I find them. Or perhaps I’ll grab a few of Linda’s shots.
I think Brazil is a very important and vibrant place. Its become my favorite place to visit and I think we are going to grow a significant business there. And now that the rial has fallen so much against the dollar, its also a bargain travel destination. I would highly encourage anyone who has an opportunity to visit (and a sense of adventure) to get yourself on down to Brazil pronto.
Earlier this month I attended a business meeting in Albuquerque, a city I lived in from the age of 1 year old to about 12. My memories from when I was 12 are predictably spotty. But I *do* remember enough that I have an idea of the layout of the city. Or rather the center-city. The boundaries of the metro area have expanded significantly in 40 years. I remember my aunt and uncle (and my cousin who taught me piano) as living on a dirt road on the outskirts of town. Now that road is paved and surprising (to me at least) close to the city center. I purposely stayed at a hotel on Coors Blvd because I knew that we lived little more than a block west of that. But as the week progressed and I became familiar with the area, I realized that the terrain was not what I remembered. Checking Google I discovered that what I remember as Coors Blvd is now named “Old Coors Road SW”.
Here in no particular order are the highlights of what I remember of my childhood in Albuquerque:
1. The sand storms, oh the same storms! We lived on the West Mesa and the wind would whip up the sand so much that I would walk backwards to school so that my face would not get sand-blasted off. But walking backwards sure made it hard to dodge the tumbleweeds.
2. Chasing lizards in the fields to the west of our neighboorhood (now an area of high density housing) and my brother stomping on the wrong tumble weed. A swarm of angry bees erupted from the weed with mayhem on their little minds. I ran fast and managed not to get stung. David, however, was not so lucky and must of had 20 bites on his face and hands.
3. The only thing worse than getting hit by a tumbleweed while walking backwards to school, is seeing one roll by on fire!
4. Smoking bubble gum cigars.
5. Spending every 0.12 cents I ever got on the next Batman comic book.
6. Going to church in the desolate wasteland of Montgomery Blvd., with nothing else around for miles, seemingly. Now this area is very densely populated. Where did the arroyo go?
7. Going to grandma’s house on Lomas – now considered a “combat zone” from what I hear.
8. The yearly pow-wow at which I had to perform with my elemetary school class.
9. Going to the Bernalillo Indian reservation for pinion nuts, jumping beans and shopping for crafts. Man what a beat place that was. Now I hear there are casinos there and the reservation is rich. Sheesh.
10. The muddy Rio Grande… ok some things never change.
11. Riding the Southwest Santa Fe railroad train (where my grandfather worked) from Belen back into town. My favorite entertainment from those days. I saw a picture of the train station terminal building in a travel brochure while I was there. It looks absolutely unchanged from what I remember. They must be preserving it as a historical building.
12. Performing a backflip dismount at the apogee of a swing on the swing set of West Mesa Elementary School. I think I got in trouble for this when the feat was witnessed by the principal and it earned me a month of schoolyard cleanup duty.
We moved to Denver in 1968 which was a much different kettle of fish.
