Your correspondent badly strains an Achilles during a moment of sun-drenched tropical beach-induced enthusiasm in which the old corpus delecti wrote a check to Mother Nature it could not cash. The municipality of São Sebastião picked up the tab for the ER X-rays and the attractive bandage. If anyone asks, I got this injury battling sharks from my paraglider in order to save a bevy of Brazilian supermodels, okay?
Our ongoing beachological survey of the São Paulo North Shore this side of São Sebastião claims a casualty: My left Achilles tendon.
How? Please don’t ask!
Was I drunk? Slightly, yes.
The municipal elections are heating up — enough fireworks were let off at a night rally last evening for the PPS candidate to sink the entire U.S. Fourth Fleet — and the local papers made for an interesting read on that account.
We based ourself in Boissucanga this trip, in the old town square, near the fisherman’s anchorage, and used O Esputniquim (our Chevy Celta) to get acquainted with Juquehy and Barra do Sahy.
We are watching TV Record coverage of the death of music legend Dorival Caymmi and witness one of those moments that you wind up laughing about for days.
Going live to the vigil over the musician’s open casket, the anchor asks the field report, “E como fica a clima lá no velório?“
That is to say, “And what is the mood like there at the vigil of Death?”
The field reporter pauses a beat or two and comes back with, “Well, I can tell you that no one is particularly happy at this point.”
Neuza and I are wagering on who gets chewed out the most, the anchor for asking the most inane question possible or the field reporter for pointing out that the anchor has just asked the most inane question possible.
Dorival Caymmi was 94. He wrote a ton of excellent songs. The man was a treasure.
"Marta Suplicy opens up 15-point lead in mayoral polls. Kassab remains in technical tie with Maluf" -- Saturday shocker in the Estadão. Click to zoom.
Your correspondent is confined to his hammock, on a lovely breeze-swept veranda 20 yards from the high tide line, for Day 2 of the Boissucanga expedition. Not the maximum of fun, but not exactly hell on earth, either. Readings: "O Jornal" (not very worthwhile); Moniz Bandeira, "The Presence of the United States in Brazil" (essential reading); Carta Capital ("Is torture under the dictatorship a taboo subject now?"). The newsweekly is sponsoring a seminar this week with the renowned Spanish human rights magistrate, Garzón.
Filed under: Brazil | Tagged: Barra do Sahy, Boissucanga, elections, Juquehy, Litoral Norte, PPS, são paulo, São Sebastião, Travel
