To sum up my trip to Brazil: life-changing. It certainly began as an incredibly shitty and unfortunate experience even before I boarded the plane, but the 10 days I’ve spend below the equator (hey, first time!) was such an unforgettable experience. I feel like I’ve grown a lot more confident and adventurous with this trip, and now that I’ve been bitten by the travel bug (and no, I didn’t get Zika) I really want to travel now more than ever. Furthermore, I couldn’t be more appreciative to have two very experienced travelers and friends with Brett and Clayton; they’re not bastard people.
Coming back from this trip, I also learned a little bit of Portuguese. I’m at least a little fluent with a handful of words and phrases, including:
- “Obrigado” (“Thank you”)
- “Um café gelado, por favor” (“One iced coffee, please”)
- “Mais cervejas” (“More beer”)
- “Não falo Português” (“I don’t speak Portuguese”)
Now, the differences between São Paulo and Rio De Janeiro are pretty stark: São Paulo has a New York City vibe, what with its towering metropolis of skyscrapers, hipster-fashion sense, and the overall energy of always moving/working. Rio feels like Los Angeles with its beaches, laid back demeanor, and everyone too fucking beautiful and flawless. Still, despite their differences, I’d definitely fly back to anywhere in Brazil at any given moment. Hell, drop me off in the middle of the Amazon. I know, for a fact, that Brett has shared that same sentiment.
And onto the photos from my DSLR:
To read more about São Paulo, click here and here.
To read more on my trip to Trindade and Paraty, click here.
To read more about Rio De Janeiro, click here.
