Why I Love & Hate Brazil

Originally and the feeling of one’s dignity are achieved only through work and struggle

– Dostoyevsky

Don’t be a lazy sac of shit

– Turner Barr

Okay, Okay. I am must apologize to you all. It has been a crazy couple months in thong/samba land aka Brazil. I normally am not this lazy in the writing and video department but – in Brazil – my heart of hearts sings to the melody of a mocking jay, or maybe it’s a cockatoo.

 

My Brazilian friends seem to think I resemble a cockatoo...

My Brazilian friends seem to think I resemble a cockatoo…

I don’t know, I hate birds. Anyway, my reason for my online absence isn’t because I don’t love you dearly – I do. It is just that they, meaning Brazilians as a collective whole, have conspired in sorts to keep me from you. You see they have bars, tons of bars, and worse yet Brazilians don’t stop partying or inviting me to parties or trying to stuff my already fat face with their barbecue at parties. It is a hard life. It is like being a kid in candy land whilst suffering from type II diabetes – you know you must not partake in it all, but you can’t resist. You are 11 years old after all. Your sense of hope and invincibility hasn’t been crushed by the bitter realities of life yet. That is what it is like trying to motivate oneself in Brazil. Distractions overfloweth.  I am one hot scantily dressed woman and caipirinha away from my online self completely withering away in downward spiral of self-loathing – or possibly Latin bliss.

World Cup parties galore

World Cup parties galore

I could get used to this...

I could get used to this…

Bartending in Brazil...in love

Bartending in Brazil…in love

But enough of that excuse making -what do you think I am some kind of disgruntled, unemployable millennial? Perhaps, but to be more succinct I have been pre-occupied with all of the following and will write about them in due time:

-World Cup

world cup belo horizonte stadium

-Being rejected by hot Brazilian women

-Non-stop street parties, house parties, Monday parties, Tuesday parties, the sun is out parties, my friend left for the weekend and just returned parties (yes – a party for every occasion. That is how Brazil do baby)

If you go out enough, you may just end up on people's phones

If you go out enough, you may just end up on people’s phones

-Invites to barbecues aka vegan nightmare

-Being rejected by more Brazilian women

-Experimentation with narcotics of dubious legal status

Charles Bukowski Bar in Rio...seems suiting

Charles Bukowski Bar in Rio…seems suiting

-Trying to master the art of Brazilian kissing (note, I could probably write a whole post about this, but Brazilians have the most unique kissing culture I have ever seen. I liken it to two velociraptors attacking each other in a bar. It is swift, relentless, and very open mouthed. You’ve been warned.)

-Writing poetry (seriously, you will understand soon)-Hustling to network with new people and find more glorious jobs

-Watching every reality tv show I can get my hands on brainstorming formats for TV shows (more on this in the future. Sidenote, just when you thought the American entertainment industry could stoop no lower in showing the depravity of human beings, they started making these…)

-Brazilian football matches

-Catching my roommate snogging innocent Brazilian girls

busted...

busted…

-Helping the elderly cross the street (note, this does not in fact impress Brazilian women:(  )

-Trying to get a job as a Brazilian swimsuit model (true story)

Doing it like a Brazilian

Doing it like a Brazilian

-Smoking so many local cigarettes made from dried corn husk, called Paiol (pronounced Pi Oh!), that it actually made me kick my smoking habit altogether.

paiol in brazil

Awww lady and the tramp chain smoker style

Awww lady and the tramp chain smoker style

-Working out this bodacious bod to get rid of my pot belly only to have it come back to life like Frankenstein after doing all of the aforementioned.working out in rio

the After

the After – or what the after could have been rather:(

So yeah, I have been a little busy. My Portuguese still sucks balls. My dance skills here are non-existent – unless stomping on girls’ feet is considered the correct technique. I almost get run over on a daily basis by traffic. And yet, I love Brazil. It is in my top 3 favorite countries of all time. Yeah – that is right, Brazil has charged into the top contender status. And I don’t usually say that kind of sentimental shit in case one of the mothers’ of my illegitimate children should be reading this (or Google Translating more likely) and then try to convince me to stay and do the right thing.

Fuck that noise.

No I am usually abstain from saying I rank country xyz as whatever as it leads to jealousy amongst countries, and God knows we don’t need anymore conflicts going on

So here we are once more. Me hacking away desperately on a keyboard and you trying to pretend to be busy at work by avoiding eye contact with supervisors.

Boom, toasted.

So what do I really have to say in summation about Brazil. Well really only three of things:

1)   I hate you. You prevented me from doing any semblance of work the last 3 months.

2)  I fucking love you man. Brazil is in my top 3 favorite countries of all time – and I’ll tip you off to the secret sauce: it’s the people

Like this guy

Like this guy

2)   There is no 3, I am drinking whiskey and thought better of myself.

So without anymore babble,

Let’s both get back to work carpe diem this bitch.

Rio with a Go Pro view. In love.

Rio with a Go Pro view. In love.

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Turner barr
turnerbarr@gmail.com

Hi, my name is Turner. I travel the world, hustle to find interesting jobs, and write about what happens when you read too many self-help books.

6 Comments
  • Monica
    Posted at 01:19h, 10 September

    Glad you’re loving Brazil, Turner. It’s an easy thing to do. You nailed the secret sauce – the Brazilian people are the friendliest I’ve ever met. When I lived there, I received at least one invitation a week from a complete stranger to come to dinner at his house. It was wonderful. Keep enjoying, and I look forward to reading more about your time in the Land of Samba.

  • Turner
    Posted at 09:56h, 10 September

    Yeah – the people are for sure what define a country. And Brazilians are some of the most fun, open people ever.

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  • Lina @ Divergent Travelers
    Posted at 11:07h, 21 September

    Great post, you are right, the people in a place can really make or break it for you on your travels. We have had similar experiences but have heard similar things about Brazil. It is on our list for a visit in 2015 and we can’t wait. Jealous you were there for World Cup, we’re hoping to be there for Carnivale. 🙂

  • Kendra
    Posted at 13:19h, 22 September

    Brazil sounds like an endless party country, must be perfect for a vacations where you don’t have to do anything but partying and drinking. Where is the best time of the year to visit?

  • Gusti Junqueira
    Posted at 13:30h, 24 September

    Hey Turner,

    I loved reading your general impression of (“my”) Brazil! I’m glad you liked and I have to agree with you, it’s hard to seat down and have work done over there! 🙂

    Best!