Well part 2.... (if you haven't already read yesterdays message... you might want to or it will all be so confusing!!! and you will start to cry and well we don't want that!!!)
First some pics, a guy here at work (Reed Edwards) had a friend that went to Carnaval in Salvador also!! Well he was more daring than I and took some pictures of the crowds, you can see one of the trio trucks in the picture.
These guys are called "filhos de gandhy" (sons of Ghandi) There were zillions of them everywhere. They were celebrating the anniversary of his death. This picture is one of the main spots they congregated. When our trio (I'll explain a trio in a bit) came down this hill towards the ocean we saw them to the right. In this picture it appears they are marching the route we eventually took up to the left and along the ocean.
This next pic is just an evening pic somewhere, but it gives you a general idea of the types of crowds we were in constantly.
Lastly, when we were in the trio's there were people walking around taking pics and then they would give you these little notes with their websites. Here is a pic that I found on one of those sites. This was taken at our first trio, you can see me in the back with the blue hat on.
And now back to the storytelling!! I arrived on Saturday with Tami and we took a cab to the hotel. First impressions were that it reminded me very much of Mexico. Poor in the man made areas but the beaches were beautiful. When we got to the hotel there were a group of people in the bar by the pool and we had caught them just in time, they were about to leave to go sightseeing in the Old Town Centre. So we rushed upstairs, dropped our stuff and went with them. The Centre was beautiful (I do have some pics from the last day at the Centre) We all had a Camprihana (oh my spelling is terrible!) Which is a drink just like a Mojito (Gen!!) It is the local rum, sugar, crushed ice and lime. If it is made well, which these were, then it tastes like lemonade. We walked about a bit and some got some food but we were all pretty tired and went back to the hotel pretty quickly. Back at the hotel, we finally met up with Nancy!!! YAY!!! I just get so happy whenever I see anyone I know! That night we all went (27 of us) to dinner and called it an early night. Jet lag all around.
The next day was our first trio! I was very apprehensive. There were all the warnings:
1. Wear closed toe shoes
2. Don't carry anything valuable
3. Don't wear jewelry
4. Wear lots of sunscreen (I wore a hat too...and I never burned!! YAY!)
5. When (not if) a guy comes up to kiss you, you say no and if he asks again you say "Say-fora!!" This means go away! Let me explain this one a bit, it is the custom for people to kiss each other randomly. I personally thought this was disgusting and even when I was younger I think it still would have been pretty disgusting. The boys were all sweaty and not and sstinky and wearing tanktops, so you could see their hairy armpits and some of them were even drunk!!(Surprisingly there were a lot less drunk people than I expected.) They even have a popular song that everyone sings that says "Kiss me, Kiss me, It's hot, It's hot!" Generally though it was done just out of fun and they guys were not overly aggressive so if they asked to kiss you and you said no, they pretty much left you alone.
6. Drink as little as possible because there is no where to go to the bathroom!! (We weren't told this one but we figured it out pretty quickly.)
7. When you are in the crowd and it gets really pushy, just roll with it and don't fight it....
8. Have fun!!! (This one I didn't pay much attention to on the first day, you'll see what I mean....)
We get dressed in these special shirts that we all have to wear. Guys and girls get the same shirts but some girls alter theirs. We cut the bottom off of ours but some girls go all out and get these shirts a few days in advance and hire a seamstress to make them into these fancy halter tops and such. Since we only had a tiny, mini swiss army knife with microscopic scissors, we weren't getting too creative with ours.
We get to the general vicinity and then start to caterpillar (I say that because we did it alot. We would hold hands like 5 years olds and wind through the crowds like a long 27 person caterpillar.) Thank goodness someone knew where we were going because next thing I knew it people were saying "We're here!!" I look around and in front of me is this huge semi truck with a stage built on top of it and speakers all over it. I don't mean little car radio speakers but speakers that were the size of the truck! You sure didn't want to get too close to it! The setup was that there were two semi trucks, the one in front that the band would perform on as we drove around the streets and a "support" truck. (I say support very loosely) The support truck had toilets and a bar. The toilets were everything you would expect them to be, hence how I learned so quickly to not drink anything and avoiding needing to use the toilet! The bar was basically a hole on the side of the truck that you would have to fight your way to and walk along beside... I never even tried this, it looked very unpleasant.
Around the front, back and sides of the two trucks were all sorts of locals that held a rope around the trucks and all 5000 of us. So we 500 ended up in front of the first truck, in between the two trucks and in the back. If you were unlucky enough to end up on the side of a truck, you tried to get away from that as quickly as possible. That is what is called a trio. What we did was called hell. If I were to ever imagine hell, this would have been it. So packed into people that the only way you move is when you are forcibly pushed forward with the crowd. It is almost like your feet get lifted off the ground and you float forwards, except your not floating. You are being crushed, with elbows and knees jabbing into all the very important parts of your body. But the worst part is the sweat. i don't like my own sweat, but to have all sorts of other peoples sweat all over you incessantly, that is another level in the skyriser of hell. Picture yourself being as short as me (and o h the poor people that were even shorter!!!!!) You look around, gasping for air and get a huge, hairy, dripping with sweat armpit shoved in your face!!! Ahhhh!!! I am reliving it as I type! Hell, pure hell!!! This went on for 6 hours. I started to descend into another dimension where I just started to not care, but then I would come back to reality and just start praying that it was almost over and that I would just suffer through it. I would think about how I wasn't going to go to the next 2 that we had already paid for.... oh the horror. At one point I was in a lovely place in my mind and and elbow crashing into my skull brought me out of it..... But it wasn't just all that, there were the occasions when a guy would make his way over and try to kiss me... SAYFORA!!!! SAYFORA!!! They would look at me like I was crazy and run away!!!
At one point, I finally lost it. This is a bit embarrassing but Angie will recognize it as something I would do. I can kind of start to laugh about it now.... kind of... There was this wonderful Brazilian girl that was part of our group. Her name is Marina. She is definately street smart and can take care of herself. She had these trios before!!! Anyway, a guy wanted to kiss her and she was telling him no. From my point of view he was being overly aggressive (I guess this is considered ok with most peopel down there and he was just playing) I thought she needed help and that it was up to me to save the day!!! So i called over Vandy and he recognized it as playing and went back to enjoying himself, frustrated I took matters into my own hands and went up to the guy adn started eylling NO at him. He must have thought I was a funny, silly thing and he grabbed my hat, put it on his head and started dancing around. Well as you all know, I can have a bit of a temper sometimes and if I am uncomfortable and unhappy, my temper is worse. So I hauled back and punched this 300 pound Brazilian and grabbed my hat back! He then realized the error of his ways and started to harrass me with "I'm sorries" At this point Vandy stepped in and asked him to leave me alone and the guy just kept saying over and over that he was sorry and he didn't mean to upset me.... So my anger melted into embarassment and I just felt like a stupid idiot. Icing on the cake for the day. The last 2 hours of the trio were spent by me just sulking along, wanting to go home, hoping it would end soon. I was hot, tired, hungry and desperatly needed the toilet!! It finally ended and we got back to the hotel to shower and prepare to go out again. Oh how I didn't want to go!!!!! But it was supposed to be better!!! They promised!
OK, my fingers hurt now... I'll finish up tomorrow... I'm exhausted just thinking about how miserable I was!!!!