Cos then I can have a baby……

People go travelling for different reasons. Some like the adventure, some the escape, some the cultures they meet and some like to have babies with foreign men after their mother in England said they couldn’t have one. This is the situ here. It’s been a cracking time.

After returning from the reservation, we’ve had a week of chilling followed by some vigorous exercise. After our discussion with the boss about the state of the school things have improved greatly. Steve is more communicative and Ian has gone to England to get married to a Brazilian woman after he has been refused licence to stay here. So with a foreign partner, they are both winners (or losers). Marriages of convenience eh? But now Steve and his chief girlfriend have been thrown off the reservation now and I have also heard she had lost the babies. What will happen now I am unsure but I leave soon. now back to the main event.

It’s been a week of getting to know the housemates via the fog of weed and vodka. alot has come out. Michelle from London is relaxed and shy, Alessandro is 18 (enough said), Christian is Austrian, speaks like one but a quality guy, two Scottish girls arrived, one a Kristin Scott Thomas look-alike dwarf and the other a reserved but nice holly. they are not staying long. Then there is Emma. for a woman of 35, she mentions her mother alot. She also hasn’t yet finished her degree and has a tendency, when she is drunk, to go on about old stories of men who dumped her. but last week she confessed the really reason that she is here. she wants a baby and then her mother will have to give her some money. she comes from a nice middle class family and therefore still believes in handout even though she is THIRTY FIVE YEARS OLD. When she told this plan to get a guy to inseminate her, I was lost for words.

so she has been sleeping with simba (not the lion king). after two days or two shags she announced to me that she was pregnant so she was going to tell him. I naturally urged her to follow caution but its okay as she will take the baby back to Wales where she will take care of it along with an orphan from the orphanage and “my mother have to give her some money then won’t she?”

there have been alot of highs and lows this week. It’s been university festival week so we’ve been there, getting wrecked with the students which is nice. Smoking some crack gave my heart some serious palpitations and anxiety which thankfully now has subsided though I add it scared the shit out of me and made me afraid to try to sleep as I felt something inside me had to give and unfortunately it felt like my heart.

This weekend we went to chapada national park which was stunning (see photo link). cascading waterfalls, red rock outcrops, ridges and plateaus and lots of wildlife. Magno was our guide, a student we met at the university and he proved a great guy. that evening the heavens opened and we danced and smoked to live music till the water was over our ankles in the town square, bordered by an old church overrun for mass this Easter weekend and bars galore. This country is ridiculously cheap and friendly. We have made loads of friends and u get a really good vibe around.

Quality of life is high here as with many places where the sun shines but I believe in all of South America the atmosphere is so relaxed and there is a genuine smile on most faces. I even like the taxi drivers here. last night we returned and today after cruising around with Antonio in his smart car getting the beer and meat for the BBq that we are having today for friends and students. Its 31C and all is fine. Better go and get some food.

Meeting losers

In my travelling days I’ve never had the pleasure of the infamous Delhi Belly until last week. I had it on the flight over which was a shame as the airline here had possibly the fairest female crew I’ve ever seen. The sight of me making faces trying to keep my guts in meant I didn’t get a refill of beer. But as I slept on the Indian reservation, it returned and I dashed from the hammock to the toilet, designed by worst enemy and cleaned by his best friend, to pour everything I had out. It never happens just once and on my second trip to the darkened place, I realised I was travelling again and smiled.

hey hey hey, the boy is in brazil. Just came back from 6 days on an Indian reservation. interesting stuff. damn poor but good tourism. the job is infact just tourism. we do little but play with the kids. being a kid again is great. busted my foot which hurt though. Drove along cracking pot filled roads into a storm at night, waded through water waist high to meet a silent Indian with a huge knife who paddled us up river to the reservation. there is where the cow, horse and snake roam. the houses are mere partial shelters, the kids friendly and curious. With no play station or drugs to take, they rely on the old games of playing football and beating each other up. The chief is a woman at the mo and the Indians do little but hunt and play music bloody loud. They are desperately poor and we did little to help for reasons which will be explained later. On the excursion was Michelle, a girl from London, me and Ian, a prize loser and the head teacher, Steve. He has little interest in teaching and so we just mess around and me and Michelle try and teach abit.

I am going to the reservation again next week for the tribe birthday party. I’ll post the fotos on the webpage later. just grabbed a moment away from a lovely married woman stroking my thigh to email. 22 is no age to marry these days. Apparently we are meeting tmrw but her English is practically non-existent and Dan’s Portuguese hasn’t had any days. The head teacher here (if u ignore me for a sec though I know it’s difficult to do) is a real non communicator and nerd. its already led to two stand up rows with two other teachers. I generally stayed out of it though I put my two bob in stating the lack of clear structure here. its turns out one major reason we are there is he has shagged the female chief and got her pregnant. He has a wife who is in the process of falling apart and the school is going down the bog due to mismanagement, a boss who has a serious complex and now debts. genius.

Lucky I am staying only two month anyway. I personally don’t care about the school and was never staying long which he knew but it’s really shitty to see his wife falling apart. the teachers have taken into their own hands to force him to change at a meeting yesterday. but the loser fucked off today to the reservation. We have a rent free place to live in which he can’t kick us out of and we’re concentrating on the orphanage during the day. But the way I don’t want anyone to think that I am not enjoying this. Apart from his treatment of his wife which shouldn’t be an issue for the school but it means he doesn’t turn up sometimes and that affects me.

been smoking alot of late which is nice and had some serious beers. The guy, who comes round selling, offered me some crack the other day which was thoughtful. back on the beer wagon though now till next month. So Brazil what does dan think….well as I sit in my hammock looking across the city, this one is a shitheap. Sao Paulo was alright and the reservation was great. the orphanage in town is a cool place. the boys are full of energy. took one to the cinema the other day for his birthday. one quid to see Daredevil. almost worth it. We are building an allotment at the orphanage next week. this weekend we are off to the mountains and having a party in town tmrw.

Will be seeing Luke and Rie in the next few weeks too in Bolivia. I’m off to bed now as I was climbing trees last night till 6am having had abit too much. Pamela, the too beautiful for words 16 year old who lives next door has baked a cake so I’m off to have abit.