The view from our room with a backdrop of the Pão de Açúcar.
I wondered what would happen in Flying Down to Rio, in January 1, 2011 at 0:00.
Everyone would he get up and kiss?
The plane, full of Brazilians to the bottom of the throat, it would turn into a huge hall of samba, all singing, percussion hand?
The flight attendants were they we sprinkle of champagne?
I thought, surely nothing like that, it will be a surprise is unpredictable ...
Indeed, at midnight, that's what happened:
the captain announced that in Paris it was midnight (frankly, at this point what we would cagait of Paris),
deep silence followed
I kissed Didier (Didier and kissed me obviously)
j 'I started singing the intro music of "I'm going to rio" by Claude Francois,
then to the intensity of the general silence, I am tu,
I turned, I saw two old people kissing greedily (yes!), I saw
spend a hostess with a pointed hat and a language of mother-
just go right after because it was hidden behind a curtain with all the other flight attendants,
and that's it.
After we were served our meal trays,
half a glass of champagne,
we played "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire"
was lost
and then fell asleep.
With hindsight, we were almost at the edge of nightmare Lynchian.
I loved this unpredictability there!
Me, I woke up the next morning we flew
Salvador de Bahia, the horizon glowed. Didier
I sang the opening bars of "I go to Rio," it was safer
number of measures of the intro.
The rest was a commonplace to cry.
Exit the airport, currency exchange, taxi, arriving in Santa Teresa,
breakfast of papayas in the sun, shower
holding tourist shorts and a tee shirt and flip flops,
and walk all day in Ipanema and Copacabana,
Japanese restaurant ,
returned under a light rain by 28 °,
finally collapsing from fatigue surrounded by the incessant chirping of the jungle room.
How boring!
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