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Peter Griffin is alive and well in Blumenau
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I’ve been to
Brazil before, and seen quite a few places out here, but this time round I am coming for a break from Spanish speaking
countries and I have not been to the southern states before so thought I would have a
bit of a holiday here and find the beaches.
To begin though, my fast progress thorough the lower part of Brazil was
because I was trying to get to Blumenau in Santa Catalina for the Oktoberfest
festival. Its not as big as the one in
Munich, I thought it was the second largest, but randomly there is one bigger
in China apparently. So this one is in
fact the 3rd largest, still 1 million people visit every year.
Southern Brazil is a bit different from the
rest of Brazil and has been populated mainly by people of European decent, many
of which originated from Germany.
Blumenau is the same and was started by German immigrants in the 19th
century. In fact in many homes today
German is still the 1st language spoken and there are German style
homes all over the place.
I spent the 23rd
and 24th October in Porto Alegre, recovering from the hellish ride
through the Cyclone and then set off for Florianopolis on the 25th. This again was in bad weather and spent the
whole day with the rain chasing me. The
road to Florianopolis follows the ocean so there was some something to stare at on the journey, I even saw Dolphins at one point while
crossing a bridge. I was lucky this day though as I literally arrived
in Floripa as the rain came down. Plenty of time for the beaches later, I just slept the night and then set off the next
morning – 26th for Blumenau, in yet again a full storm. I was soaked
through in wet clothes upon arriving and I knew they smelt bad after being wet
and then dried several times without being washed. A nice surprise for my Couchsurf host Millah,
however she is either too polite or has no sense of smell as she didn’t mention
it once.
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Port Alegre, even the mannequins have the famous Brazilian arse |
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The latest addition to my wet proof gear, doesn't work mind. |
Oktoberfest is
one big beer and dance festival. I guess you
could say its the same as the one in Munich with a Brazilian
flavour – less tables and more dancing. I’d
like to say the next 3 nights were a cultural insight to Germans in Brazil but
that would be a blatent lie. In reality
along with Millahs friends we spent the whole weekend either drinking beer or
nursing a hangover, maybe that is the cultural insight. I think I will just post the
pics as there is not much more I can say about the town, but I will say it was strange
meeting so many full on Germans here though. I don’t think political correctness means
much either as there were some dressed as Nazi’s doing the hitler salutes, but
if its ok for Prince Harry it must ok for everyone right? But really on the whole everyone else was dressed in
traditional clothes, knew the dance moves and really got into it. After 3 nights of drinking though I was dead to the world and
couldn’t go out another night, but some people I met had been out drinking every
night for a month - Tatiana this is you, seriously I'm impressed! There easily has to
be a liver transplant issue in Brazil, the amounts being consumed is impressive,
but then again with traditional music laced with europop songs like '99 Luftballons' playing on a loop, you need copious amount of beer too. Oktoberfest, strange and surreal, but a massive laugh.
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Thigh slapping and other things are the norm |
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These guys are a famous german band who come out here every year and apparently have the pick of all the hottest Brazilian German girls, no really its true |
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Not a f'king clue to the dance moves |
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Nope still no idea |
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The girl in the middle was the singer in the headline band. The conversation went, Hables Espanol? No. You speak English? No. Ok nice to meet you |
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