Wednesday, November 10, 2010
T'is the Season
No, not the season you think. It's almost Smelly Man season. Oh yes, outside of Rio de Janeiro, people refer to this season as summer.
Today was one of the first very warm days in a while, and I was lucky enough to get to take the metro downtown. There's nothing like the sway of the metro swinging you into the stink ozone of a sweaty person to make you say, oh summer is finally arriving.
And you know what, I think I have finally adapted to it. For starters, I was pressed up between two sweaty men on the metro today, one exceptionally hairy, and I found that I wasn't nauseated at all. Hell, I even noticed that one man's sweat was beading up on his hair like dew on a spiderweb... I really need to start bring a book or something.
I've adapted to the sweaty man because, I too, am a sweaty man. We are all sweaty men. That is the beauty to Rio de Janeiro heat, it does not discriminate. Rich or poor, fat or thin, hairy or bald, you will be uncomfortably warm.
Welcome summer! May you bring warm winds, cool waves, and plenty of deodorant.