Brazil '08 - Ilhabela, SP, Day 2

The fantastic owners of Manga Rosa, Paulo and Mariley, got us some bikes from a rental place in Perequê called Juninho (outrageously expensive considering the sad quality of the bikes - R$30 per person per day for a one speed bike, mine with a broken handlebar). Consider that each night at the pousada costs R$110 and comes with a fantastic breakfast - coffee, tea, fresh juices, cold cuts, cheeses, many kinds of bread, fruit and even cake!!
The plan today was to bike north to the northern most beach of Jabaquara, which is supposed to be beautiful. The only bad thing was that my cough has now acquired a runny nose companion. So drippy, we set off.
The road was alternating cobble stones and pavement, up and down hill at very consistent intervals. Because of the broken handlebar I could not go uphill at all so we pushed our bikes up all the hills and then rode down, and on and on like this.


The first beach we came to was Barreiros. It was, like many of the beaches we saw today, deserted but for one man who was just chilling.



Soon the little biting flies that the travel books warn you about began to attack us, so we put on bugspray by this interesting abandoned-looking house. Note the fruit, which is edible and the size of my head.


Up until the beach of Sino there were quite a few pousadas and restaurants but eventually they began to disappear and the residences became less posh.


As we left Sino we saw a campground (apparently there are four on the island: two in Perequê, one in Sino and one in Grande). We stopped to check it out and it's quite a deal - R$20 per night per person if you bring your own tent and R$60 if you want to rent one of their little trailers. There are bath houses throughout, a restaurant or kitchen and mango trees loaded with mangos for the picking. We grabbed a few!



On we went passed where the bus has it's last stop and the road turns to sand and gravel (from here 3km to Pacuiba and 8km to Jabaquara). By this point you have also increased in elevation so the beaches are somewhere below you. It was hot and a bit muggy, so we decided to cool off at Pacuiba beach. It was completely empty and beautiful. Gorgeous black rocks and the occasional black sand, the cool ocean, definitely welcome in this heat, and then it rained for a while, which I love when I am out swimming. There was single house on the beach, with a garden and chickens, but no sign of people. For lunch we ate the mangos we had picked up along the way and a coconut that we found on the beach.



At this point we decided not to go on to Jabaquara, but head back. It was getting on in time and we still had to bike back and then go even further back all the way to Perequê to return the bikes by 5pm. On the way we stopped in Sino once more, but this time to check out the famous rocks. The place is not actually called Sino officially (surprise!) but is nicknamed thus because it means "bell" in Portuguese. The rocks on this beach, when hit with a hammer, produce a sound just like a bell. Wicked cool! So we went up to the little bar/restaurant and asked for a hammer, and banged away. Good times.


By the time we reached Vila I was so exhausted I did not know how I could go on. What with the cold (disease not temperature) and the heat (ambient temperature) I had a raging headache, and my arm fat was hurting wicked bad from being shaken to and fro on the downhill cobblestones. Not to mention that they don't make those bike seats cushy! So we stopped at Manga Rosa to take an advil and leave the remaining mangos and headed for Perequê still 6km away (total trip today ~24km). Fortunately the road from Vila to Perequê is almost completely flat and even has a handy bike path, so we got there just in time for 5pm and handed in the bikes. It was a struggle once again to get them to accept a credit card but in the end we persevered. Then we tried to find a place to eat and settled on one of the few open places (and rather expensive I have to say), Pier 18 right there in Perequê. There we had fish for two, once again smothered in butter. Just as we were leaving a bus passed by so we had to wait for 30 minutes to catch the next one, which we passed people watching. There are a lot of scooters on the streets, an efficient but scary mode of transportation. On the beach a bunch of teens were playing volleyball. Must be a nice life...
After dark, around 9pm we ventured out again to say "bye" to Vila and maybe see more squid fishing. Unfortunately, the pier was much less lively today, but as we walked along the promenade we came upon an exhibit of a local artist who makes sculptures from old car and motorcycle parts, as well as tools and other scrap metal. We even got to meet the artist!



Tomorrow we move on but we'll be sad to leave Manga Rosa.

Brazil '08 - Ilhabela, SP, Day 1

We did it! We did it! Obama won! Am beside myself!!! At 2am Obama was leading McCain 170 to 89 or so which gave me some hope but we had to go catch the bus. Let me just tell you something about buses in Brazil. I have never been on more luxurious transportation than a Brazilian bus. They come in several 'classes': conventional, executive, double service and leito. I havn't experienced a leito, the fanciest and most expensive of the bunch, but all the rest of them are like traveling on a sofa. Seats recline almost entirely and there is a leg rest that comes down to support your legs, so you are literally almost horizontal from head to toe, not to mention that the next person is still far enough away from you that you do not travel with their head in your lap.
Anyway, we arrived in Tiete (Barra Funda), which is the main bus terminal in the city of Sao Paulo at around 7:30am and immediate went to find a newspaper stand. When I saw Obama on all the front pages, I have to tell you, I cried from joy. I can't emphasize enough how scared I was of a McCain presidency, and I am so proud of Americans right now. I hear Minnesota and Georgia are still having trouble, and I am rooting for Al Franken and Jim Martin. The fly in my dessert is that proposition 8 passed in California, which I think frankly is unconstitutional. Also, bizarrely Michele Bachmann won, not sure what to make of that.
Back to the travels at hand though. We got tickets for a 9am bus to São Sebastião, which could only be paid for with cash for some reason, and slept through at least 2 hours of the three and a half hour trip. When I woke up I realized that we were on some kind of mountain range, making our way down through the beautiful Mato Atlantico rain forest. I haven't been to a rain forest since Costa Rica back in 2003 so it was all fresh and new and absolutely gorgeous. We could see the city of São Sebastião on the small stretch of land between where the mountains ended and the ocean began. Driving along the shore we saw some of São Sebastião's suburbs, which looked more prosperous than any part of Brazil I had seen up to this point. I was also pleased to see that the fences around the properties where only waist high, rather than the full-on prison-like walls and barbed wire of Husband's hometown.
The bus dropped us, and only us, at a deserted looking place by the ocean, and moved on towards the city. Upon closer inspection we found the ferry, which is free for pedestrians, and headed for Ilhabela (travel time ~30 minutes, no motion sickness, in case you are interested.)
We had no prearranged plans or any specific notions of where we were going or what we were planning to do, so first thing we did was visit the tourist booth just a few feet from the ferry dock. The lady there, who spoke English, told us all about the various attraction on the island and made many phone calls on our behalf to pousadas (bed and breakfast type hotels). The island, which is actually called Ilha de São Sebastião, but is referred to as Ilhabela at all times, has two roads. The main road, which is paved, runs along the western coast of the island from north to south, and a second road, passable only by 4-wheel drive vehicles, crosses the island from west to east, connecting Perequê with the Castelhanos beach. Some hiking trails exist as well but beware of the snakes! The ferry arrives in Perequê, which is also the dividing point between the "north" and "south" part of the island. The northern part is more developed and a bit fancier. When I say developed however, it is in this case not a negative. There are more restaurants and pousadas, and there are also more and nicer houses, but it is not unpleasant and plenty of nature, beaches and beauty is preserved. The southern part of the island is supposedly more wild and has the more deserted beaches.
For transportation it was recommended that we should use the bus. Taxis are extremely and unreasonably expensive, while car rentals are absurd. Buses run regularly (every 30 minutes) from Perequê north as far as Armacao, and a different set of buses runs south from Perequê.
While looking into pousadas we met two girls from Holland, one originally from Honduras and the other from Thailand, who recommended to us their pousada in the south part of the island. So our plan became thus - stay one night in the north, and then one night in the south of Ilhabela. We decided to do north first because being tired and starving we thought the north would offer more comforts. We found an excellent pousada - Manga Rosa - run by a husband and wife. They came and picked us up from the tourist office, they accept credit cards (most pousadas don't) and the place is just beautiful. Check out the view from our room!



Manga Rosa is in one of the few real 'towns' on Ilha de São Sebastião. It's called Ilhabela but everyone calls it Vila. I am not sure how townships are established here but each beach appears to have a name, and all businesses identify themselves by the beach. There are signs along the road which indicate the name of the beach area you are in, and how far to the next beach.


After we took a shower and freshened up we wondered off into Vila and had some lunch at "Cheiro Verde", a place that serves local and fresh salt water fish, sadly deep fried and smothered in grease. It is, however, recommended by locals and Lonely Planet alike. I had some fresh squeezed lemon juice, which is made with tap water I presume, so here's hoping I don't get sick. Now really sleepy we stumbled back to the pousada and passed out for 3 hours. When we got up it was dark. We wondered outside again and went for a nice walk, had some self-serve ice cream and watched locals fishing off the dock for squid. It was the weirdest thing. They fish with these lit bobby things (you can tell I am so not a fisherwoman) and the squid are so funny. There was a grandpa there who caught at least 3 while we watched. There were kids there too, really people of all ages, fishing for breakfast squid. Wicked!

Brazil Adventure 2008: Week 1

Totally yeah! I have now joined Husband in sunny beautiful Brazil. Since the first week of my visit was mostly uneventful I will simply summarize it for you. I arrived in Sao Paulo after about 22 hours on the road. A lot of that time was spent hanging out in the US airport as I arrived their quicker than expected. It wasn't all bad though because I had some nice food (weird in an airport) and bought a book to read, "Son of a Witch" by Gregory Maquire, which proved quite entertaining. During the ~9 hour overnight flight I was sandwiched between a businessman who slept literally the entire time (oh how I envy him), and a strange fella about my age who was going to Iponema and who was "self employed" and had "business" in Sao Paulo, though he adamantly refused to discuss any of this and just gave me meaningful looks. He probably thought I was a nutcase though, for the closer we got to Husband, the more restless I became, until my nerves gave out completely. I was in such a state I had to ask to cut the line at customs claiming I did not feel well. Still not sure what that was all about - the anticipation of the reunion, jet lag...?
Anyway, now I have been here for over a week, mostly chilling, or rather sweating as the case may be. The temperature is in the nineties (Fahrenheit) and though it thunderstorms occasionally, it is not much relief. The big thing going on here is the wall Husband has been building. I must say I am very impressed with what he has done, because he had never built a wall before.

This is before...


... and after.

The wall is 10 meters by 2.5 meters, with a 1.5 meter deep cement and steel foundation. It has further protection in the form of glass on top and a steel door not pictured.


One of the reasons for building the wall was to protect all the delicious fruit goodness that grows in their yard from hungry passerbys. Among the trees is a cashew. I had never seen one before. The nut is hanging out below the fruit, how odd! I can't say I am a big fan though. It sucks to be a picky eater.


The other big news is that my sister got engaged on Halloween. It's still sinking in a bit. My baby sister! Her fiance made the ring himself and it has a black diamond in it, but that's all the details I know at the moment.

Also I have caught a cold. It is a weird one, just a cough right now and a very unproductive one at at that. Mãe (my mother-in-law) made me some sort of native draught, a tea from local plant life, garlic, ginger, honey and lime. It's dreadful but perhaps it will help. Tonight we will be heading out on our small adventure to explore Southern Brazil. Tonight is also a very important occasion - THE ELECTIONS!!!! I will not know the results until tomorrow morning, because our bus leaves at 2am and with the time difference the polls on the Pacific coast will just be closing. I suspect you all know who I am supporting so here is hoping Obama licks McCain.

100th post!

Woo hoo! 100th post on this blog!! Woo hoo!!!
So I have been very lethargic since Husband left, not really interested in doing anything, even blogging. But I have been having some interesting times nevertheless. So today I will just catch you up on the weird happenings in my lonely life.

Last Friday a show with some of my works had it's opening reception. It was a resounding success, over a hundred people showed up, which is a feat in a small town and an out of the way bookstore pretending to be a gallery. I met some fascinating people, including a professional underwater photographer (granted she seemed reluctant to meet me) and a falconer. After the show I went out to eat and found the restaurant packed to the brim. Fortunately for me the aforementioned falconer, her fiance and a friend of theirs invited me to join their table and I spent a very agreeable dinner talking to these fascinating people. Turns out they are all musicians, and they invited me to their show. Fun!

This weekend I tried to preserve some of the harvest from our garden. First I attempted to dry the leeks. I read online that one should blanch them for 5 minutes in steam, cool them, and then dry. The only problem is that these wet, half cooked leeks really did not want to dry. I tried two methods - air drying and oven drying. Oven drying burned the leeks to a crisp. The air dried ones, 5 days later, are still soggy. Fortunately I have more leeks in the garden. I think next time I will not bother with the blanching. I also strung up some jalapeños and banana peppers to air dry. And I made horseradish. The recipe called for a foot long horseradish root, 1/2 cup white wine vinegar and salt to taste. What I had was a weird, spider looking horseradish, which was really annoying to peel and I had no idea how much vinegar to add. So here is what I did, in case you are interested in making some homemade horseradish:
- peel the roots, or simple scrub really well the roots too skinny to peel
- shred using a food processor (I just had a blender type with four blades, but if you have a grater that might be better. Alternatively grate by hand.)
- be careful when opening processor. I would recommend doing it in the fresh air. You can actually see the fumes of horseradish noxiousness escaping. Wow, I cried like a baby! It really clears out the sinuses though.
- mix with white wine vinegar and a bit of salt, and then refrigerate.
I noticed that it's turning from a yellowish white to a grayish color. I think this is normal. The potency is supposed to decrease with time.

Yesterday I lost some time. We have two alarms. One is Husbands, and since he is usually responsible for getting up and then waking me up a few hours later, I never had to think about it much till he left, at which point I realized that it's mechanics are entirely incomprehensible. For the first week it kept going off every single day, including the weekend at 6:30am or so, until I finally found something that looked like a shut off switch for the alarm. I still couldn't program it though, so I have simply been using my old alarm clock. So yesterday I woke up when my alarm clock said 8:45am, but his, inexplicable, said 9:45am. Some investigation confirmed, that even though no two clocks in my house have the same time, they were more or less closer to the 8:45am estimate. Later in the day, while I was at work, I was on the phone scheduling an appointment for 12:15pm, thinking that it was in half an hour since my clock said 11:45am. When I went out into the lab to do some last minute work before I left, the clock their said 11:30am. Wtf... It turned out to be 11:15am...

And today I found butter in my silverware drawer. I must have put it there, with the knives, last time I used it, but it gave me quite a laugh. So as you see, I am not functioning very well without my hubby.

Boom boom ba

Here is a song I really like right now. It's by a French/Celtic band called Metisse. The video is not an official one, but it's the only way I know how to upload sound.

Ow, my heart....

I am having a heart ache. My honey is gone for two months and I am all alone, with just my thoughts and the cat for company. Nothing seems as good as when he is around. It's like all the fun got sucked out of everything. Mostly, I think it is the solitude without the reprieve of confiding in someone who really really knows all about me. It's better when there are people around, like at work, but it's just not the same.
I also started the diet today (South Beach) so I am craving something sweet... Sucky...

Jon Stewart on Palin's interview with Gibson and Crab Porn

Palinguage

Here are some of my favorite "Palinguage" vocabulary definitions. For more go here.

If you’re a minority and you’re selected for a job over more qualified candidates you’re a “token hire.”
If you’re a conservative and you’re selected for a job over more qualified candidates you’re a “game changer.”

If you live in an Urban area and you get a girl pregnant you’re a “baby daddy.”
If you’re the same in Alaska you’re a “teen father.”

Black teen pregnancies? A “crisis” in black America.
White teen pregnancies? A “blessed event.”

If you grow up in Hawaii you’re “exotic.”
Grow up in Alaska eating mooseburgers, you’re the quintessential “American story.”

Similarly, if you name you kid Barack you’re “unpatriotic.”
Name your kid Track, you’re “colorful.”

If you’re a Democrat and you make a VP pick without fulling vetting the individual you’re “reckless.”
A Republican who doesn’t fully vet is a “maverick.”

If you are a Democratic male candidate who is popular with millions of people you are an "arrogant celebrity."
If you are a popular Republican female candidate you are "energizing the base."

If you manage a multi-million dollar nation-wide campaign you are an "empty suit."
If you are part-time mayor of town of 9000 people, you are an "experienced executive."

If you go to a Southside Chicago church your beliefs are "extremist."
If you believe in creationism and don't believe global warming is man-made you are "strongly principled."

If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress and left your disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month you are a "Christian."
If you've been married to the same woman for nineteen years raising two beautiful children, you are "risky."

If you say that for the “first time in my adult lifetime I’m really proud of my country” it makes you “unfit” to be First Lady.
If you are a registered member of a fringe political group that advocates secession that makes you “First Dude.”

If you get 18 million people to vote for you in a national presidential primary, you’re a “phoney.”
Get 100,000+ people to vote you governor of the 47th most populous state in the Union, you’re “well loved.”

If you give your wife a dap on stage, it’s actually a “terrorist fist jab.”
If your daughter licks her palm so that she can slick down your youngest child’s hair on national TV it’s an “adorable moment.”

If you spend 18 months building a campaign around the theme of “Change,” it’s just “empty rhetoric.”
If one week before your party’s national convention you SUDDENLY make your candidacy about “Change,” that’s “red meat.”

Another awesome video

Daily show did it again!

I wanted to get just the first bit cause the end isn't all that.

Love is in the Air...

Enough politics!
I went to a wedding this weekend in the lovely Adirondack Mountains. It was absolutely gorgeous. The ceremony took place in a large wooden assembly hall that belongs to a camp where the bride and groom met, in the woods and right on a lake. Fairy lights, kilts for the men in the party and an Irish fiddle band - it was fun galore! I danced my ass off and the next day hiked a little mountain nearby with a dear friend. It was a blast. Here are some photos for your viewing pleasure!