Last night we went out and sat in plastic chairs once again, drank beers once again and listened to music, also once again. Pretty much the same as the first night we arrived. Mellow. A quick observance that may be due to our cluelessness but Salvador seems a little dangerous when you leave the tourist area, lots of homeless kids begging for change, etc. Kevin and I roll with authority though and things are good.
After our adventure to the beach and La Boca yesterday we went to a small bar on the central square and drank some Skol beers. The central square is an old historic looking area with two huge churches on both sides and a big cross in the middle. From my guidebook I can tell you that slaves built the churches but were not allowed to set foot in them after they were completed. Kinda messed up. Drinking a beer and contemplating this. Perhaps now is a good time to describe the cerveja.
First of all, it may be because it is a three day weekend but everyone here drinks beer. You go into a bar or sit down at a restaurant or walk down the street and everyone will be drinking a beer, men, women, seems like children too. Second, due to good marketing or racketeering or something, everyone drinks Skol beer, Skol being the brand name. Every single person, say of twenty-five people in a bar, about twenty four will be drinking Skol. Why I don’t know because all the brands taste the same so far to me. Maybe it’s the cheapest. Also, side note, you drink it out of tiny 4oz glasses from a large twenty-four ounce bottle that stays in a large beer cozy. The small glasses don’t get your beer warm I guess.
So we walked around the historic district for the night, according to locals Michael Jackson shot a video here, we drank some beers, got fucked with by the homeless kids and fucked with them back and called it a night at about 1:30AM.
This morning I couldn’t sleep so I got up at around 7:00AM even though I think they changed the clocks back so it was really 6:00AM. I took a walk down to the elevator and to a small café at the bottom of the elevator for a coffee. It was a locals type place and I tried to order a grilled ham and cheese sandwich which seems to be the breakfast of choice in Salvador but I couldn’t communicate with the cashier so I just ordered a coffee. Called a "café" in Portuguese.
For the moment I am sitting on the patio of Galleria 13 reading and obviously writing and waiting for Kevin to wake up. No idea about what we plan to do today. A Spanish girl that we met last night recommended a boat trip to an island called Itparica. We’ll see what happens.
P.S. Having trouble spotting hot Brazilian women. Everyone is a bit chubby. Maybe it’s because everyone drinks a lot of beer and eats ham and cheese.
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