10. You know you’re home when you turn down your road and smell that familiar aroma of a rotting cow carcass that your neighbor disposed of in the ditch.
9. As you lay in bed at night, sweat being kept at bay with a fan, it sounds like someone is cycling your fan from low to medium to high – until you realize it is just the voltage changing randomly on it’s own.
8. Three words: pregnant bare midriff.
7. Brazil’s answer for the pickup truck: the bicycle. We have seen bicycle riders carrying things such as plate glass windows, sheet cakes, lumber, other bikes and infants.
6. Do you need to take your dog to the vet? Call the dog taxi. I guess even bikes have their limits, so if you need to transport your pet call the dog taxi - a motorcycle pulling a small cage on wheels.
5. You hear it coming down the street. What is it? A locomotive? A runaway concert stage? Oh, it’s just a truck blasting it’s speakers, stacked 10 ft. high, advertising some local store.
4. You lose all concept of monetary value after paying $4.50 to eat as much meat as you can cram down your gullet (at the local charrascuria) and then turn around and pay $600 for a washing machine that would be an entry-level model, at best, back home.
3. While driving a motorbike, danger comes not only around the next corner, but from the sky! You must be constantly aware of boys flying kites, that at times could lose enough altitude for the string to be neck-level (a “string burn” would be bad enough, but rumor has it they embed glass in the string to cut down their adversary’s kite string, in a sort of aerial sword fight).
2. When inquiring about car insurance you discover that, while you can get auto insurance here, it doesn’t actually “work” (on further investigation, it is clarified that the paying in works just fine, it’s the paying out that doesn’t work).
1. If something drops into the trashcan next to the toilet, right it off. I don’t care how valuable it is, or where you had to buy it. It’s not worth it. (If you’re confused, ask someone who’s been to Brazil).
-JTP
9. As you lay in bed at night, sweat being kept at bay with a fan, it sounds like someone is cycling your fan from low to medium to high – until you realize it is just the voltage changing randomly on it’s own.
8. Three words: pregnant bare midriff.
7. Brazil’s answer for the pickup truck: the bicycle. We have seen bicycle riders carrying things such as plate glass windows, sheet cakes, lumber, other bikes and infants.
6. Do you need to take your dog to the vet? Call the dog taxi. I guess even bikes have their limits, so if you need to transport your pet call the dog taxi - a motorcycle pulling a small cage on wheels.
5. You hear it coming down the street. What is it? A locomotive? A runaway concert stage? Oh, it’s just a truck blasting it’s speakers, stacked 10 ft. high, advertising some local store.
4. You lose all concept of monetary value after paying $4.50 to eat as much meat as you can cram down your gullet (at the local charrascuria) and then turn around and pay $600 for a washing machine that would be an entry-level model, at best, back home.
3. While driving a motorbike, danger comes not only around the next corner, but from the sky! You must be constantly aware of boys flying kites, that at times could lose enough altitude for the string to be neck-level (a “string burn” would be bad enough, but rumor has it they embed glass in the string to cut down their adversary’s kite string, in a sort of aerial sword fight).
2. When inquiring about car insurance you discover that, while you can get auto insurance here, it doesn’t actually “work” (on further investigation, it is clarified that the paying in works just fine, it’s the paying out that doesn’t work).
1. If something drops into the trashcan next to the toilet, right it off. I don’t care how valuable it is, or where you had to buy it. It’s not worth it. (If you’re confused, ask someone who’s been to Brazil).
-JTP
3 comments:
Oh, you guys make me laugh!!! And #1 is soooo true...
No, I don't have a personal story about it, thank goodness!
That smell of rotting pears isn't so bad now, is it!?
hey guys, surely you won't remember me... i was a part of the cleveland team staying at the guest house as you guys were just getting in. we had that big thxgiving feast there. caught your blog off of bud's, great blog ! extremely funny... love the humor. i keep the xingu missionaries in prayer, i'll be praying for you guys too.
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