So, after however many years and 30 hours on planes I’ve finally made it! Chilling in Brazil…
The planes were fine. I did a lot of sleeping and movie watching. The low point there being the amazing spiderman, which managed to make me feel like I’d wasted my time despite the fact I was trapped in a metal box with nothing else to do. About the last 5 hours i started to get antsy, but luckily planes these days have plenty of 90’s style computer games to distract my inner child.
Being met by a friend’s family at the airport was an absolute luxury. And my hosts have turned out to be great so far. I’m in a little granny flat at the back of their house. It even has a bunk bed in case granny feels sprightly. They both teach portuguese and one also teaches english so they’ve been very helpful.
I made it to the CDO matriz (headquarters) on my second day. I was so nervous! I realised over the last 8 years of capoeira I’d built this place up in my mind as a promised land of capoeira, full of mini mestres waiting to become the next M. Xuxu or M. Poncianinho at the age of 16. Not to mention all the famous mestres I’d probably be tripping over who’d kick my arse if I blinked at them funny. Of course, the matriz was just a normal class, full of friendly capoeiristas (as ever). I was greeted by CM. kibe in a friendly but busy-and-this-gringo-barely-speaks-my-language way and went on to an intense but fun class. I cant tell if i actually haven’t trained that hard in a while or the humidity just killed me, but i felt like I was training at altitude. The first student I met turned out to be urso, a friend of my friend who teaches capoeira in perth, and he offered to help me get to the place where their mestre teaches the next day. I also met a little kid with a lisp who talked at me for about 20 minutes. I couldn’t understand much but it was good practice. He does judo and his dad was getting his hair cut. Or was a hairdresser. Either way. The class was full of foreigners like me though. One of them even thought i was brazillian because of my broken portuguese, i was pretty chuffed. Pretty destroyed by the end as well.
So the next day I head off to osasco to meet CM. kuata, my friend’s teacher. Its a half hour walk to the station then another hour across 5 trains to estacione comandante in osasco. Kuata seems pretty cool, but the class is mostly beginners. I was nervous again, but this time because i couldn’t figure out when the last trains were and this class doesn’t even start until 9pm. No one seemed worried that i came by train though, so hakuna matata. Urso met me at the station to help me find the place and he’s already one of my favorites here. Awesome guy, super dedicated to capoeira and with a great game. I think he trains every day, sometimes more than once. Thanks to the late start and long travel route (I was basically taking trains in a spiral to get home) I didn’t get in until 12.30. Naturally then i was woken up at 6 by a brain convinced it wasn’t tired. If I understood him correctly CM. kuata would like me to come to as many classes as possible to take sequences back to his student in perth, but with that timetable we’ll have to see how many I can make (sorry doodz, I’ll do my best).
Today, instead of having a “proper” portuguese class we basically listened to a cool song by a band called skank, had a chat and went to the local market. It was awesome. They take over a street once a week and fill it with fresh fruit and deep fried packages of fatty joy called recheio.
Alright, so I’m off to capoeira at the matriz again tonight. My legs are sore but my belly is full and my head is happy. Here’s a link to the song I mentioned, I’d like to embed the video but I’m doing this through an ipod and it’s a bit limited. The typing is a bugger too! Skank – Saideira
Saideira is the last drink of the night, sort of a “one for the road” type vibe. Enjoy!