Saturday a few of us headed to the nearby beach. The weather was medicore so it wasn't the most amazing trip. We made a point of doing a set of chin ups and dips along every workout station as we walked down there, so we got a decent little workout in and got to show off our sweet gringo muscles.
On the way back we encountered a circle of 30 or so people doing Capoeira. I didn't have my camera on me, but it was pretty cool to watch. It was akin to this:
They were clapping out a beat while the leaders were beating drums and various instruments and leading a chant. Inside the circle people of equal rank would pair up, dancing around eachother throwing spinning head kicks and other funky Capoeira moves. Though it's not the most useful of martial arts, I got a shiver down my spine a few times as this general feeling of unity overcame me. Everyone was hugging, smiling, fully immersed into the performance and having a genuinely good time. It's very rare back home that you'd see people drop their ego and just be enthusiastic about a group activity. You certainly don't get that sort of feeling out of anything I train.
Moving along, Saturday night we decided to get really drunk and go to the emporium, the bar that I met Isabel at on my first weekend. It had been awhile since the house as a group went out to do something, and I was especially interested to see the UK guys finally throw down and drink with us....because I know how ******* crazy people from that side of the world behave when they drink. We got pre drinking at the house, and I introduced a beer shotgunning challenge, which proved to be pretty messy. Shotgunning beers is a decisively Canadian sport.
We headed to a bar by our house to continue the festivities. We started to get a little rowdy in the middle of the street, Joe, an indecipherable but charismatic fellow from somewhere around the U.K. (Scotland?), took an underhook on me, I swam in for the underhook and gently suplexed (lol) onto the street, took knee on belly, and started fake ground and pounding while everyone stared at us.
We had the most obnoxious bus ride to Ipanema, the beach that the Emporium bar is on. We took over the bus immediately, screaming and singing various Backstreet Boys and Journey hits in our drunken and overly exaggerated accents. It didn't take long for the Brits to start doing gymnastics in the bus.
Taking a very public piss at our destination. Right next to an extremely unimpressed Brazilian.
The bar was packed as usual. I spent my night running around between our people scattered throughout the bar... wingmanning for my housemates when possible and otherwise being charming/offensive to whatever girls were in range. We met two extremely cute sisters visiting from Sau Paulo. I didn't get a picture with them but if they'll friend me on facebook I'm sure they won't be too offended if I use one of their pictures.
We decided to meet up for the world cup the next day. After they left I got kind of bored and found my bus home.
Watched the World Cup on the beach again. Blah blah blah. Kind of a long game and I got really hungry and there was nowhere to pee, which is apparently a regular issue in Brazil. So that was alright. An eye catching sand sculpture.
Afterwards we met up with those girls, and it was quite clear that my housemates already had developed interests in these girls. We went out for some pizza together and then I got bored of being the fifth wheel and went over to Isabel's place instead. She's leaving for Canada tomorrow, so that's a little disappointing. Our trips overlap and I'm going to see her for a month or so once I get home though.