Experiences of a Dutchman living in Brazil, since December 2004, from month to month.
May 2007, part two: the final morning in Florianópolis, capital o the state of Santa Catarina. A sensual forró night in Lagoa da Conceição, and a morning on Barra da Lagoa Beach.
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Sunset at Matadeiro Beach.
Our final night in Florianópolis was spent in Lagoa da Conceição. Lagoa is locally known for the bars, restaurants and night clubs that attract many young people. We had to wait until 10 pm until the night club opened the doors. Immediately, a long queue was formed, and everyone had to wait patiently for a thorough security check. We had to show our IDs and we were being searched. Once we were inside, many people had already crowded the big space, and soon the entire space was completely occupied by dancing, drinking, and chatting people. Raissa, a dark beauty with very long, straight dark hair, offered me to teach the first moves of the forró dance. This dance seems to be simple, but not for an European like me: it was hard to maintain this kind of rhythm. Fortunately, Raissa proved to be very patient and appeared to enjoy teaching me dancing.. The forró dance is a kind of dance which involves close body contact: for example, the legs are slid between the partner’s legs. A sensual dance. With some effort, I managed to do the first steps, and we danced for some time. Then, Raissa was asked by a professional dancer, and I could practice my newly learned skills with another traveling companion. It was already 4 am, when we returned to our dormitory.
Barra da Lagoa
Vitór and I already had agreed to spend the final morning in Floripa traveling. Despite the night in the night club and the short night rest, we managed to leave the dormitory at 8 am. We went to the bus terminal. We took the bus to Barra da Lagoa. The bus ride followed the margin of the island, where dozens of sportive people were jogging and walking. It was a bright, sunny morning with a cloudless sky. We had been very lucky these days: no rain, lots of sun, and a pleasant temperature. The bus then turned and went to the other side of the island, to our destination at the eastern coast of the island. By chance, the bus rode along the night club, where we had spent the night only few hours before. When we arrived on the beach, it was almost completely deserted. There were only a few people sunbathing, and some fishermen that tried to catch their daily fish. They used fishing rods and nets, while the water reached until their knees. Some women had started their daily routine of peeling shrimps.
Vítor and I didn’t stay too long at Barra da Lagoa Beach. We had to return to the university campus, to be on time for our return trip by bus to Belo Horizonte. We took a regular bus service to the bus terminal near Shopping Iguatemi. We were confronted with a large crowd with banners and protest signs. Students made use of the holiday of the first of May, to protest for their rights. They yelled for more justice and equality. They appeared to express socialist thoughts. One of the avenues was blocked by the student crowd. Initially, the military police kept some distance, but it took only a while until they commanded the students to free the avenue. Some students didn’t obey and were soon confronted with police batons. Most students showed respect for the police force, and only a few were brave enough to resist. They were quickly arrested. There was a TV crew filming the protest. It took only ten more minutes until the avenue was accessible again, and we could continue our walk back to the campus.
We arrived in the campus at noon. Our fellow travelers had already begun to collect their travel belongings. We had to wait for some fellows, who somehow had forgotten to be on time. Or they had simply ignored the scheduled departure time. One couple hadn’t appeared at all, but we waited until two-thirty. It was then decided to leave the campus. We already had granted the couple enough time for their return to the campus. We could not wait much longer, we had to arrived on time in Belo Horizonte, to resume work and study. The bus left the campus, on the way to leave Santa Catarina Island, on the way to Belo Horizonte. When we arrived at a police station, the police forced our bus driver to stop the bus. The couple had arrived in the campus only minutes after our departure and had called the help of the police. As a kind of fine, we only were allowed to leave at 6 pm. We were visibly irritated because of the irresponsible couple. The sun had already set, when the police finally allowed us to leave Floripa, for another bus travel of twenty-four hours.
Fishing at low tide
By Adriano Antoine Robbesom © 2007