Destination Salvador, capital of the state of Bahia.
Hardworking waiters, a ‘Swiss’ sleeper, intimate reggae, and taxi troubles.
Tuesday 25 July , 22.00 h.
Our night in Pelourinho was not over yet. We wanted to allow our tired feet some rest, and to do something about our tormenting thirst. We (ten students) entered a bar, and before we were able to sit down, the waiters eagerly arrived with little beer glasses and bottles of beer. What a service! What a big contrast with my experiences in The Netherlands, where we sometimes have to wait very long until a lazy student finally leaves his stool and, will ask us, with a icy and drawling voice, what in heaven’s sake we want to order. No, here they quickly understood our body language and they reacted effectively and quickly. Customers! Consumptions! MONEY! A true commercial spirit… Another little delegation of our bus group sat there, and they already had consumed a considerable amount of beer, if I may rely on the large number of empty beer bottles on their table. Beer without a white foam collar, Brazilians generally do not enjoy the foam.
One of them wore a T-shirt of the Swiss national soccer team. He had tied his long wavy hair, and could no longer resist to take a drunken nap, and seemed to be unconscious. The others at his table enjoyed that, and since I already had gained some reputation as photographer of the team, they pleaded to take some pictures of this ‘handsome’ sleeper. I took my camera and took some shots of the drunk student, without flash. He did not notice at all. His companions were laughing loud. He continued with his nap, though occasionally he opened groggily his eyes and gazed around for some moments. Then he continued his nap, his body bent forward, head almost touching his lap. At around midnight, we decided to leave the bar, with the intention to visit another bar. The ‘Swiss’ was brought to ‘life’, and he managed to follow us, tottering and staggering. To my big surprise, he spoke fluent English, but suddenly he spoke gibberish to me. I really was not able to follow his weird story. There stood a taxi in front of the bar. A couple just had entered, the taxi was about to leave. To our huge surprise, he stepped into the taxi, in the passengers seat. The taxi left. We all were mesmerized by his weird action. Wat the hell this stupid drunk was about to do?? Less than twenty seconds and one hundred meters later, we received the answer. The stupid drunk also did not know the answer, and was kicked off the taxi, much to our amusement. For us, it was a real-time slapstick.
Jader convinced us to enter a reggae bar. The entry fee was one real. We descended some stairs to a open ring, some kind of a stage. From there the bars and restrooms were to be reached. There was pounding reggae music, mainly Bob Marley music. We ordered some drinks and joined the dancing crowd. One of us, Brenda, had her own beer mug. The beautiful dark girl had received it as a souvenir from a beer festival in Blumenau. She wore it around her neck. She shared the mug and the beer with me. Then suddenly, some girls of our group panicked a little, since one of them noticed that one of the large crowd openly showed much interest for my digital camera. They wanted to leave the reggae bar immediately. But we did not finish the beer yet. And some of us were on their way to the restrooms. It was decided to stay a little longer. Brenda had a bright idea to secure my digital camera. She proposed to stay together as an intimate couple, whereas no one would be able to steal the camera. Thus Brenda and I danced, glued to each other, hip to hip, with my hand firmly around her waist, as two intimate lovers. We danced this way for more than half an hour, and I slightly got the impression that our intimate contact was a problem for Brenda. on the contrary. The others avoided to make some funny jokes about me and Brenda, since everyone understood very well that our intimate contact was an emergency solution.
Seven in a taxi…
Our night in Pelourinho was not over yet.. After our perilous adventure in the reggae bar, with an intimate solution, we continued some more hours in another bar. A bar with more contemporary and more ”Western’ music’. At about 3 am, we decided to end our night in Pelourinho. It was about time to return to our comfortable mattresses in the Mexican pousada in Barra. Some of us negotiated with a taxi driver, who finally gave in to drive seven of us to the pousada, for 12 reais. Again, a practical solution. The seven were divided: five on the backbench, and two in the passenger’s seat. Two had to sit on the lap of the other. I had one of the girls on my lap. And two girls shared the passenger’s seat, next to the driver. But they had to wear the safety belt. Safety first…..
By Dr. Adriano Antoine Robbesom
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