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Changing Subjects:
It is election time here in Brazil and although I do not totally understand what is going on, there are some really interesting observations to be made. Besides all the typical propaganda that is associated with any political campaign, I have noticed that there are a lot of commercials that appear to be sponsored by the government. What strikes me as odd about these commercials is they have a lot of people running for the same position giving 5-10 seconds blurbs about themselves running in succession. I am not sure what they are saying on the commercial, but it is weird to have half an hour segments of television filled with micro commercials by political candidates.
In addition to the odd commercials, there are signs everywhere. Each political candidate is assigned a number. The length of the number seems to correspond to the position they are running for. I do not know how many different positions there are, but the numbers are plastered all over everything...it is very odd.
I can easily see how the signs would get out of hand with this many people running for office. There appears to be one thing that keeps the sign placement in check, at least on the main roads. I do not know if it is a law, or just the candidates protecting their investments, but each sign has an attendant. I know that labor here is very cheap, but it blows my mind how every 50 or 100 feet there is a large sign on the side of the road and then someone standing, sitting or laying right next to it. Here is a photo of what I am talking about
As you can see from the photo, the attendant does not need to hold the sign, nor do they really have to pay attention to who is looking at the sign. In most cases the attendant is sleeping behind the sign, or between two signs. It is very common for the attendant to have two signs in which case they will lean them against each other, making a little tent to block the sun, and then fall asleep inside the tent. It is very odd and I can only imagine how much money is spent on sign attendants. There are literally a hundred of these signs between Barra and Recrio (a couple miles). Can you imagine if this was common practice in America and does minimum wage apply to this?
Changing subjects again:
There is no photo to address my next subject and if there was, I probably wouldn’t post it. A couple of times a year the ocean water levels rise a little and back flood the sewer systems in Barra. I'm not talking about sewage coming up through the toilets, but I am talking about the most God awful smell you have ever experienced. I am at a loss for words as to how to describe how terrible it is...but I will try.
The smell was so bad that it woke me up out of a full sleep, and when you get closer to the lagoon it gets even worse. The smell permeates everything and if you actually had to cross the bridge last week it could make you gag. People would run, holding their noses, trying to escape that smell. It was so bad that after eating last week we took a cab from the restaurant back to the house so that we could avoid the bridge between Lago do Barra and Barra Tijuca.
Let me be clear, this is not just the area that we live in, but the whole portion of the town...it was terrible. I distinctly remember thinking that the human nose will adjust to any smell in 14 seconds...this odor, this, stench had to be a living breathing creature that changed every 14 seconds, because there was no escaping it.
Thankfully the stench passed as the tide went back out, but what absolutely blows my mind is that we saw people fishing in the lagoon the very next day. I have seen many people fishing with nets, scuba diving and boating in the lagoon and I understand it is part of their life, but I just knew for sure that after that it would be a month before anyone dared to venture into that water...I was wrong. The very next day I saw two guys snorkeling in the lagoon with spear guns...wow. This rivals the most disgusting thing I have ever seen...
Just to give you a frame of reference, the most disgusting thing I have ever seen took place in Iraq. We were stimulating the Iraqi economy by employing the Iraqi locals to do menial work. This included everything from operating dump trucks to the emptying of port-a-potty’s (the portable bathrooms).
The Iraqi's always needed supervision and one day while we watched a man empty out the portable bathroom with his sewage truck he opened the front of the stall and entered in to replace the disgusting blue water that is supposed to help mask the smell of feces. As we all watched in horror, the man took off his hat, got down on his knees, reached down into the toilet hole and scooped up a big handful of the blue water. As we all stood there shocked, unable to say anything, the man splashed the blue water on his face, in his hair and on his chest. He continued doing this until he thoroughly “cleaned” his whole head and face...we were beyond words.
At least this Iraqi man only splashed this water on his face...these fishermen in the lagoon were using a snorkel...umm...hello? I understand a man has to eat, but I would be eating bananas, oranges and anything else I could pick off a tree. Hell, I would track down the gamba and have roasted opossum or skunk (still open to debate on that) for dinner.
On that note I will bring this blog to a close. Thanks for reading, and I'm sorry for the images I am sure you are having right now.
See you next week
The Gerbil.