My Rio de Janeiro Carnaval
Carnaval is not for the weak of heart and this year my Carnaval warrior was ready to take it on!
Where it all began:
- Bloco in Plaza São Salvador
- First day people. You have to ease into it like a good proctologist would.
- Ceu da Terra in Santa Teresa. Left my place at 630am! – walked all the way up because no taxis would stop for us
- Drank Sacole… that had “vodka” aka really Cachaça
- Every single person up there was sweating like a whore in church.
- Escaped to Copacabana for lunch. A feijoada to be more exact.
- Consumed an extreme amount food. Considered consuming even more
- Napped – obvious. Really it was more like passing out in my friend’s bed. She totally saw it coming.
- Banda da Ipanema – Too too too too full.
- Drinks with friends.
- Boitata – centro. I was en route by 8am people. Beer in hand by 830am. Here is where I started becoming a professional.
- Some other bloco in centro…or maybe it was 2… It is a little fuzzy.
- Home by 6pm. Shower. Crash
- At 1am I woke up and ate 2 plates of rice and beans.
- Went back to bed.
- Volta, Alice – Laranjeiras. Left home at 9am. Best bloco ever! Squirt gun fights. Home owners sprayed us down with hoses. It was significantly better to rub up against slick water wet people than slick sweat wet people.
- Sargento Pimenta – Aterro do Flamengo
- Catete for a costume change. There was nothing left of it after my Volta Alice shower.
- Bloco Cru – Centro. Awesome bloco!
- I fell like 3,000 times. Yeah, I got a bit sloppy there.
- Random bloco – Centro. I dropped my corn. I fell off a parked car (I was sitting on the hood and slid off). It wasn’t one of my prouder moments.
- Finally home… at 2am
- I passed out. It was classic. Walked out from my bathroom, then I realized that I was going to pass out. I proceeded to stumble towards my sliding door, smack my forehead on a clock and bash my chin into the wall before finally sliding down to the floor. Only then did I realize that I hadn’t had a real meal in over 24hrs. Oops
- bagunça Meu Coreto – São Salvador. Cute and very family friendly bloco
- Beers – Flamengo. I needed some venom from the snake that bit me repeatedly the night before.
- Costume change – Catete. After a few beers I felt that it was time to go searching for a bloco. Can’t do that in street clothes people!
- Santa Teresa by Mototaxi. Fucking awesome. I had never gone on one before. And I was lucky because my driver had man boob handles for me to squeeze if I got scared. I even spilled my beer on one. Yes, I went up Santa Teresa on a mototaxi holding a beer and dressed like little red riding-hood. Is that weird?
- Escadaria Selaron – something else I had never seen! I’m starting to wonder if I have really lived here for 7 years. I highly recommend seeing this. It is breathtaking.
- Orquesta Voadora – Aterro do Flamengo – Very full but Aterro can handle it. Good time.
- Random bloco – centro – This came about by roaming, basically following the crowd.
- Eat/get vodka – Catete – Like the girl scouts say, you must always be prepared.
- Other Random bloco – centro. This bloco is supposed to be one of the oldest and I have no idea what it was called. Honestly, I had stopped trying to remember bloco names by that point.
Rachel Dies of unnatural causes. I spent the day in air conditioning on my big ass couch. Hey, I’m 32 years old. I can’t hang like the 20 somethings anymore.
How was your Carnaval?
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