Wordless Wednesday: Only in Rio de Janeiro

A Random old guy that loves penises approached the crowd at a bar in Copacabana. My friend pictured above is never rude, not even to a stranger.  

 And what a nice stranger to lend her his glasses!

Looking Good!

Wordless Wednesday: Bike Ride in Rio de Janeiro

Thank Phil!

Interesting Facts about Rio de Janeiro

• At a certain time of day (around 11am I think) you can see a shadow of an Ibis on the side of Pão de Acucar. Of course many people have a lot of mysterious beliefs about what it means. Personally, I think the rocks make a crazy ass shadow. Some would call me a nonbeliever and I would call some crazy...
• The Portuguese named Rio de Janeiro because when they saw guanabara bay they thought it was the end of a river. And we wonder why the Brazilians tease them so. Anyway, they discovered a river in January and kaboom, Rio de Janeiro was born.
• While named by the Portuguese, Rio de Janeiro was already being called Oriental France by the French. Are you seeing a pattern of unique names? Me neither. 
• In 1807, Portugal was invaded by France. At the urging of Britain, the whole Portuguese royal family fled to Brazil, accompanied by an escort of British ships. John VI's court in exile was established in Rio de Janeiro. (wikipedia). I bet he looked over at his wife and whispered "Second honeymoon!"
• The impressive Theatro Municipal, built in 1905 and located at the heart of Centro, was directly modeled after the Paris Opera House in an attempt to replicate the sophistication of the French capital. (nileguide.com)

• The Pedra da Gavea apparently looks like a face to Cariocas (I don't see it) and there have been many explanations given over the years. Scientists say that there is no basis behind the suggestions.  They claim extreme yet natural erosion of the rock, although some will insist that there is an inscription in the rock that corresponds to a ruler of Phoenicia named Badzir. Things that make you go hmmmmm, right?
• On a lighter note, Cariocas enjoy putting little shoes on their dogs. No, it's not a form of evil domination. The reasoning I have been given is that those horrible booties keep the dog from dragging outside dirt into the apartment. Now that's some smart walking. 
• Copacabana is one of the most densely populated places on the planet, with some 25,000 people per square km. The majority of these inhabitants are squeezed into the myriad high rise apartments that dominate the neighborhood. (nileguide.com)

So what did I miss? Did I get anything wrong? Shall we compile a list of cool and crazy facts about Rio!

Slut Walk Rio de Janeiro!!

Slut Walk is coming to Rio de Janeiro July 2nd!! It should be an interesting one. Cariocas are not afraid of showing a little skin.

The slut walk started in Canada in April and has since come to 20 other cities. People are stepping out and saying that I don't give a F*CK what I was wearing, NO MEANS NO!

Everything started in response to comments made by Constable Michael Sanguinetti, a Toronto Police officer, who suggested that in order not to be victimized, "women should avoid dressing like sluts.

And they say that one person can't change the world. Look at this guy! He was an utter ass and created a world movement that says "Screw that!"

This is something everyone should support and if you can it goes from 2:00pm - 8:30pm on July 2nd and starts at POSTO 4 in Copacabana (Av. Atlântica).

For more info (in Portuguese) check out the Slut Walk Rio facebook event page: https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=215022141851856

Gay Pride Almost Made Me Anorexic!

I headed over to the Gay Pride Parade in Copacabana this afternoon with some lady friends of mine.  Overall, it was a fun and interesting experience. 

I enjoyed that I could dance, and look like the ass I do, as no one would even notice me. It's really hard to take the attention away from the 6'3" tree of a man in pink fuzzy undies and a bra, 4 inch heels, and a tiara standing behind you.

I also loved all the greased up hotties in speedos on the music cars.  It was almost enough to make a women stuff a sock in her pants just to get a closer look.  Then again, way out of my league. I almost became anorexic just looking at the hotness of the hotness of the super hot gay man! I'd hate to be a main squeeze. Talk about high maintenance.  I bet the beauty/workout regiment is like a woman's but on crack, weed, a little LSD, and some Argentinian Malbec.

Not to mention the insecurity issues! I didn't think men looked like that unless carved out of marble.  I stand by the belief that things that beautiful are meant be to looked at, not touched... that is unless he's straight and has an obsession with tall awkward women who have popped out a couple of babies. Then touching is not only allowed but is recommended. 

It got even more interesting when I got into a cab on the way home. I really know how to pick 'em, don't I. 

He asked if I was a sympathizer.  What? Are the gays the newest group of Nazis out there and no one told me? Now that would be a bit mind blogging to see, wouldn't it.

I asked him to clarify.  He asked me, very gently, if I was pro-gay.  I guess everything is on the ballot these days.  

I told him of course! My husband is gay.

I had a peaceful drive home after that.