On one absolutely lazy Monday evening we were invited to our first club in Sao Paulo. Not really knowing the source of information, it could be a risky step joining maybe a not so spectacular party, but curiosity won, so we went. When we got there, the club was still empty, and we hardly could hide our disappointment. But somehow, unexpectedly it took maybe 15 min and the club got full and the music changed suddenly as well. It changed to something like drum & bass, but none of the kind I knew from Europe – dark, gloomy one… the rebellious kind. This one was also speedy and energetic, but had unlimited oceans of positive energy, very sunny, smiling to everybody, was grabbing the bodies on the dance floor and moving them happily in all kinds of directions... You could imagine being and dancing on the Brazilian beach among beautiful exotic people, hidden somewhere in an unknown paradise. There was no way of stopping our bodies enjoying music and experimenting with unknown-to-us-before joyful movements, until the DJ set was over. The DJ with a big afro appeared to be Radisson Maya himself - known probably more as a music producer. That fact explained to me his absolutely professional and brave way of experimenting and mixing music. It was an unforgettable experience and a kind of bond and bass/ base for friendship appeared.
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Tuesday, 4 December 2007
SAO PAULO
Just as we got off of the plane, the warm, mild wind and sun welcomed us. This embraced our hearts, as Mexico was rough to us. Our joy was multiplied when we saw two branded Smirnoff vans waiting for us. It was first time we realised the Smirnoff Experience campaign was so huge. Howling with joy, we were ready for Brazil to happen. 
The next surprise was just about to happen, when we were taken directly from the airport after a 10-hour flight without a chance to freshen up to meet the contestants and answer all of their lovely questions. In this moment we decided to produce special t-shirts with big, big writing - NO CAMERAS PLEASE...
I bought some mangoes on the corner of a street close to our hotel from a street fruit seller were an unbelievable symphony of taste and I was immediately addicted to them. Good Brazilian summer mango times!
We were driven to our hotel while we were shaking it to the 'dance everybody' rhythms, talking with the people through open windows - sometimes it's good to have an anti-boredom heavy traffic strategy... getting crazy, screaming the songs! Steph tried to work on me to transform me into a blogging monster, with love...
From the beginning, we really wanted to experience the Brazilian beach. One day we took our driver and translator rushing on a mountainous highway shrouded in a milky fog; where only from time to time the great panorama of green, for me looking like a jungle, forest was appearing or a view of green valleys...
We drove passed Santos - the closest shore town to Sao Paulo, and went to the next smaller one –Guaruja. It was a new experience for me. We were driving along the beach on the main street and it was just an amazing view. You could see beautiful bamboo straw beach bars and people enjoying the beach, playing beach volleyball, swimming and many small beach restaurants. The beach was few kilometres long, beach, beach, beach... On the opposite side of the road there were the so-common-for-Brazil sky-scrapers.
The weather wasn't perfect; it was cloudy with some rain showers, but still very warm. The air was moisturising us and there was no doubt that we wanted to stay in this salty cloud enjoying the waves.
to be continued.....
The next surprise was just about to happen, when we were taken directly from the airport after a 10-hour flight without a chance to freshen up to meet the contestants and answer all of their lovely questions. In this moment we decided to produce special t-shirts with big, big writing - NO CAMERAS PLEASE...
I bought some mangoes on the corner of a street close to our hotel from a street fruit seller were an unbelievable symphony of taste and I was immediately addicted to them. Good Brazilian summer mango times!
We were driven to our hotel while we were shaking it to the 'dance everybody' rhythms, talking with the people through open windows - sometimes it's good to have an anti-boredom heavy traffic strategy... getting crazy, screaming the songs! Steph tried to work on me to transform me into a blogging monster, with love...
From the beginning, we really wanted to experience the Brazilian beach. One day we took our driver and translator rushing on a mountainous highway shrouded in a milky fog; where only from time to time the great panorama of green, for me looking like a jungle, forest was appearing or a view of green valleys...
We drove passed Santos - the closest shore town to Sao Paulo, and went to the next smaller one –Guaruja. It was a new experience for me. We were driving along the beach on the main street and it was just an amazing view. You could see beautiful bamboo straw beach bars and people enjoying the beach, playing beach volleyball, swimming and many small beach restaurants. The beach was few kilometres long, beach, beach, beach... On the opposite side of the road there were the so-common-for-Brazil sky-scrapers.
The weather wasn't perfect; it was cloudy with some rain showers, but still very warm. The air was moisturising us and there was no doubt that we wanted to stay in this salty cloud enjoying the waves.
to be continued.....
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