Peliclueless
Fragmento de una conversación entre la cajera del almacén que queda cerca de mi casa en Arraial do Cabo y un cliente:
Cajera: Sabés que no miro películas? porque me di cuenta que pregunto mucho y nunca entiendo nada, así que no pierdo mas tiempo con eso, porque como no las entiendo, me aburren.
Raf (no se que le respondió el cliente porque pagué y me fui)
Cajera: Sabés que no miro películas? porque me di cuenta que pregunto mucho y nunca entiendo nada, así que no pierdo mas tiempo con eso, porque como no las entiendo, me aburren.
Raf (no se que le respondió el cliente porque pagué y me fui)
Un burro atrás de la zanahoria
Concentrarme en leer y generar contenido para cosas que no me interesan me resulta casi imposible. Hace días que le doy vueltas a algo para el trabajo que me aburre demasiado. Y me pregunto, habiendo tantas cosas que me interesan, cuál es la necesidad de hacer algo que no? Por qué me pongo excusas para hacerlo?
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Por qué nos cargamos con responsabilidades inventadas sabiendo que lo que tenemos adelante es meramente una zanahoria colgada de una caña de pescar con la que el sistema, que viene montado en nuestras espaldas, nos hace seguir avanzando casi ciegamente?
De hecho, tengo una extensa opinión sobre la teoría del burro y la zanahoria. Pero se las comparto otro día.
Junkie Train
Buenos Aires has this certain something that makes me claustrophobic. Maybe it’s the lack of real nature, all the cement, the smog or the grim-faced fast-paced people that come and go unceasingly.
This particular story I’m about to tell you is set on a Friday afternoon, at about 6pm. My boyfriend and I where in need of breaking the routine and a bit of fresh air, but we where also on a tight budget and we had to be back for work early the following Monday.
After looking at a few possible destinations, we chose Mar del Plata, where oddly enough for an Argentine, I had never been there.
By then it was about 7pm, we rushed to the closest Camping gear shop and bought a decent tent for two. We searched online and the next train heading there left at 11pm. We headed to the train station at about 10 and got seats for Economy class at something like 35 pesos each (cheap, very cheap).
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11pm, the station is packed, people sitting on the dirty floor, kids running around, mothers scolding their children, youngsters dinking cheap wine mixed with who-knows-what out of plastic bottles.
11.30 still the same scenery; some of the younger kids start to cry, even more people than before are sitting on the filthy floor. We have all moved to the platform now. The train that was to depart before ours already did.
12am, I really need to sit, I do so on the tent. Pablo joins me a few moments later. Some teens and very dodgy looking guys are already pissed (drunk). People start to clap and protest because the train is already running an hour late.
12.30, people are tired, no kids running around anymore, many have fallen asleep on the bare floor. The dodgy guys have finished various bottles of that almost poisonous beverage they where having.
12.50, the train arrives, after making a few manoeuvres we are called to board, and here is where the real adventure begun.
To be continued...
The readless town
I live in a town with no bookstores but with about 60 churches.
Raf
Jesus is not deaf! Pray silently and respect the ears of the other sons of god.
Raf
Paddle pain
Every inch of my body is in so much pain, especially my arms, back and neck.
Apparently the most important thing in surf is to have a good paddle: You need to paddle to get in the water, you need to paddle while you're in the water, and you need to paddle like your life depended on it to catch a wave.
Raf
Apparently the most important thing in surf is to have a good paddle: You need to paddle to get in the water, you need to paddle while you're in the water, and you need to paddle like your life depended on it to catch a wave.
Raf
BYO Coke
One week after we moved to Arraial do Cabo, a guy we met introduced us to this other guy who had opened a bar that same day. It's 2 blocks from where we live and we've been going there ever since; the few regulars there always have anecdotes to tell, surfing tips and the owner makes the best shrimp ever.
Anyways, I always order Coke and after about a week they ran out and apparently the delivery guy never brought them coke again. So now when I go there I take my own drink and if I don't they tell me I should get it from the bar across the street.
Anyways, I always order Coke and after about a week they ran out and apparently the delivery guy never brought them coke again. So now when I go there I take my own drink and if I don't they tell me I should get it from the bar across the street.
Arraial do Cabo
Geeeeez! This blog has been so abandoned lately! Sorry folks, I put it at the bottom of my priorities list and the few times I got to it, I could not write a single sentence. Bummer.
Anyways, FYI I now live in one of those amazing places on Earth everyone wants to live in. Imagine: I am in a little peninsula surrounded by 7 of the most stunning beaches I have ever seen, on a couple of beaches you have good surf waves; on the other few, corals and great diving. It's sunny, it only rains about 800mm per year, it's a small and safe town, especially important since we're talking about Brazil. People seem really laid back, even though many are just a bit too into the religious act (I guess I could write a very long post only on that, and actually might some other time).
Monday through Friday is a bit like it was in Buenos Aires, I work long hours on my laptop. By the time I'm done, usually around 7pm, it's already been dark for more than an hour (no kidding).
But, getting up at 6.30 am to try and grab a few waves before work is absolutely priceless! And looking outside through the widely open doors and windows of my new place and seeing all the green and the bright sun, is also priceless. And don't even get me started on weekends or the slightly sea scented air. Of course this wouldn't be half as nice as it is without the great company.
Any downs? A few, but not even enough to tilt the balance a bit.
Mainly, some living costs like: no washing machine (and sending it off to the laundry costs 25 Dollars a load!), internet is quite unsteady, weak and they charge 100 Dollars monthly for the cheapest connection, 75% of our electricity bill is taxes and I suspect we're paying our neighbours electricity too. And also some issues which we're still getting used to like mosquitos & bugs, the smell of rotting rubbish, the cat that pees our 'Welcome' mat, more rubbish...yeah, that's pretty much it. I've dealt with the roaches, this is a roach proof fortress now.
Over and out.
Raf
Anyways, FYI I now live in one of those amazing places on Earth everyone wants to live in. Imagine: I am in a little peninsula surrounded by 7 of the most stunning beaches I have ever seen, on a couple of beaches you have good surf waves; on the other few, corals and great diving. It's sunny, it only rains about 800mm per year, it's a small and safe town, especially important since we're talking about Brazil. People seem really laid back, even though many are just a bit too into the religious act (I guess I could write a very long post only on that, and actually might some other time).
Monday through Friday is a bit like it was in Buenos Aires, I work long hours on my laptop. By the time I'm done, usually around 7pm, it's already been dark for more than an hour (no kidding).
But, getting up at 6.30 am to try and grab a few waves before work is absolutely priceless! And looking outside through the widely open doors and windows of my new place and seeing all the green and the bright sun, is also priceless. And don't even get me started on weekends or the slightly sea scented air. Of course this wouldn't be half as nice as it is without the great company.
Any downs? A few, but not even enough to tilt the balance a bit.
Mainly, some living costs like: no washing machine (and sending it off to the laundry costs 25 Dollars a load!), internet is quite unsteady, weak and they charge 100 Dollars monthly for the cheapest connection, 75% of our electricity bill is taxes and I suspect we're paying our neighbours electricity too. And also some issues which we're still getting used to like mosquitos & bugs, the smell of rotting rubbish, the cat that pees our 'Welcome' mat, more rubbish...yeah, that's pretty much it. I've dealt with the roaches, this is a roach proof fortress now.
Over and out.
Somewhere at the back of my head
Raf
Is it too soon to start packing?
And unsatisfied with what the world threw their way, they abandoned it all and embarked themselves in a new adventure.
Days remaining for next departure: 22
Raf
Blues
Holidays are not enough, I think I like the lifestyle. And I think I could do it forever. There is just too much to see and do in the world, as for me to stay still in one place.
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Raf (Utila Cays, Honduras)
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Raf (Utila Cays, Honduras)
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