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Thursday, August 02, 2018

25. Sambadrome


Carnival in the Sambadrome, Rio       
                   
35C (95F), sunny and humid.
Warehouses For Assembling Floats

We slept until 9AM, yesterday’s all day tour must have done that to us. But sleeping that long was good. We did not have to be anyplace special today; our tour today only started at 8PM…yes, late at night.

It’s an old tradition here in Rio that the real party starts at night. It’s cooler then.

During the day Carol and I, since we were docked, tried to find good WiFi at the dock terminal. We took a walk over, even though it was very hot. There were warehouses along the pier and some of those warehouses held the regalia and contraptions for the parades which happen all throughout Rio over the next few days. Shirtless men, who seemed to be mostly gay since a few of them were hugging and kissing each other, were working on the parade floats, which were stored in those warehouses.
Floats Preparing For the Evening Performance

Carnival in Rio is not just one parade in one location. Compare it with a great restaurant, where everybody eats at tables, each table having delicious food. Rio is like that, like a restaurant, each neighborhood; each favela has their own parade, their own grounds where they celebrate. 

Rio was a beehive of activity. Traffic was overwhelming the streets.

We reached the Terminal but the WiFi was not active. Carnival made people forget what they were supposed to do, someone must have turned it off and since everybody was celebrating, they forgot to turn it back on?  Or, it never really worked at the Terminal, but then who cares? It’s Carnival!
Ready to Celebrate

Some vendors were open in the Terminal Hall selling souvenirs. Carol bought a T-shirt and we bought 4 lei’s, garlanded necklaces. It was my feeble attempt to dress up for Carnival; this would be our costume for the day. I wanted to share my garlands with our friends and hang them on the doorknob to their room as a surprise. Well, the surprise was on me, they must have somehow heard something and just as I was reaching out to hook the garlands on the knob, the door opened; to each party’s surprise.

Carnival in Rio: it brings out the silly, the good, and the weird in people. Most people anyway.

We spent the rest of the day mostly resting because we wanted to be awake when we were at the Sambadrome for the parade at night. 

But then 7.30 PM arrived and we needed to assemble inside the ship’s theater to prepare for boarding the buses. We had a lot of people going to see the Sambadrome Parade. The seats allotted to Princess Cruises were entirely sold out.

We left the ship at 8.10PM sharp and it was only 5 miles from the ship to the Sambadrome, but we did not arrive until 9.30PM. Crowds and crowds of people wanted to see the parade. 

Welcome to Sambadrome
 
Rio has 4 days (nights) of parades at this Sambadrome. Each night has 7 samba schools performing, each school displaying elaborate floats, dancers and costumes focused on a particular theme. The Sambadrome is the main center for Rio’s Carnival, where a competition of the most important samba schools, each representing a particular neighborhood in Rio, takes place.  

The schools are judged on the interpretation of their theme, originality, samba expertise, costumes and elaborateness of their floats. The samba school that wins the competition is the star for the year, similar to winning the Super Bowl. It is a big thing to win this competition. The first place prize is a U.S. one-million-dollar check.

No chump change for sure. 
Arch on the Left Is the End of the Parade


The Sambadrome is a long (700 meters long), purpose-built street in Rio, with long spectator bleachers (11 sections) lining the sides of the street. 

The entry to each section of the spectator venue was fenced and you had to have a ticket to get in. Well, you needed to buy this ticket almost a year in advance; there were hardly any ‘seats’ for sale in the good, or even any section. Carol and I knew about this and we booked this tour with Princess Cruise Line several months before the cruise. The prices were steep for a one-day entrance fee…$285 dollars per person, just to get a ‘seat’, plus the bus to the Sambadrome and the profit for the organizers… it was expensive, yet it was a once in a life-time experience for me.

We each paid U.S $549.95 to Princess Cruises for this experience. 
Sitting on Towels in Lieu of Cushions

Notice I wrote quotation marks around the word ‘seat’… you get a space on a concrete bench-like setup without support for your back. It was difficult sitting like that for hours. Some people received skimpy foam pads to sit on, we did not have these until much later. Those ‘seats’ were not meant to be comfy, because as we found out, most people stood up, some danced for hours. People in Rio do not conform to rules by autocrats. It’s party time, who needs a seat?
Some Floats Were As High As the Top Tier of Seats
We were ‘promised’ help to reach our ‘seats’. Right! Good luck finding those helpers. We were given almost the highest seats in the top section, which meant there were lots of stairs to climb, lots of people standing up in front of you who would block the view unless you also stood. 

Yet the section we were in was great. Our ‘seats’ were immediately opposite the 9 judges who decided who would be the ‘winner’ of these samba schools.
Eight of the Nine Judges

Every time a school strode/danced past the judges (we were on the opposite side of their luxury box seats), the performers, the groups, the music bands, the dancers, the King and Queen of each school, did their finest performance. The Judges saw it from their venue; we saw the best from just across the street. It was a good section we were in (Section 9), but we were a bit too high up to really feel like in the middle of it. 
A Chinese Float

The best part of each school, the performance that they were ‘judged’ by, happened right in front of our seats. I am sure there were more details the judges had to watch, to grade, to consider, but the gist is as I said before, the performance of the whole school counted, the execution and detail, the dazzle of the show, the responses of the audience, the message of the theme and maybe even the response from the politicos who were among the judges. 
The parades in Rio are not just mindless parades; behind it all is a reflection of the mood of the people. The view or the mirrored picture of what society thinks matters, is what is portrayed. 
Another Part of the Chinese Exhibition

The music was loud and never really stopped for the whole night. Luckily Carol brought ear plugs. Some people danced in the isles, they started when we first got there and never sat down. They were still dancing when we left hours later.

Amazing the energy those people had, the stamina to be so absorbed by the music, by all the festivities, by all the hoopla. If ever I felt my age, it was right then and there.

What does it cost for each school to participate?  The average cost per school, per parade is 3 million dollars. I was shocked when I heard this. 3 million dollars to enter? What costs so much?
Mangueira School

Well, imagine this: The Mangueira School alone had something like 4500 participants in the parade. Just for one parade, for the duration of about 90 to 120 minutes when all those 4500 people dance down the street: Samba, Samba, Samba. Divide 3 million by 4500 participants and you get something close to 650 dollars per person.  For all the costumes, practices, meetings, floats, etc.?  It adds up. Yes, I can see the cost easily being 3 million. 
Top of the Mangueira Float

The Mangueira Samba School was about the middle of the parade:

The music of their bands blared from loudspeakers, all the dancers had very elaborate costumes, each float, and there are many of those, was created, decked out, driven, pulled, or pushed. It was a very large School and the actions were choreographed down to the 
Another Mangueira Float


smallest detail. Each section of the School, full of individual dancers, knew exactly what to do, how to dance and when to bow, to swirl, to hold the flags and/or their toys. The paraphernalia was glitzy, the décor elaborate, the perceived wealth flaunted. It was ‘make-believe’, it was not being ‘normal’ but being in a fantasy world. And yet, behind it all, behind the show, there was a theme, there was a message to the onlookers, to the crowd. It was a message to the world, to the politicians. And it was exactly that message that made one aware in a ‘festive’ way, that the judges concentrated on in judging the theme. 

Germany also has a ‘Carnival’ or as some call it there ‘Fasching’. I learned as a child while still living in Germany, that it was not just a parade. It was a political ribbing, an outcry from the common man to their leaders. Cologne and Frankfurt are the main centers in Germany for this kind of message.



 The Redeemer With Telephoto Lens From Our Seats

Nowhere is the celebration as elaborate as in Rio; Rio has the ultimate glitz when it comes to throwing a parade.

And yes, the cost for just one samba school is high.

It’s a neighborhood thing. Its pride, its: look at us, we have it together. There are many schools in Rio. Remember, Rio is huge and spread out, and each large hill is another neighborhood. Each shanty town (favela) has their Samba school. The best schools perform at the Sambadrome. The participants make, most make, their own costumes to save money. The floats are put together as a team effort. Samba schools spend time all year working on a parade. The get together at each school includes the theme of the next parade to be discussed, the layout sketched, the music picked and then practiced. The parade is just an accumulation of what last year was like for the people at each Samba School. And the message or theme for the parade is a look forward to better one self, and hopefully get the message across to others to better themselves, too. 
Buddha

We watched one school after another… the duration for each school was about, more or less, 90 to 120 minutes of dancing down the 700-meter-long street. 

I don’t know how each school, with so many people participating, reassembled at the end of the parade or even how each following school assembled and got ready to move through the Sambadrome. It must have been chaos being in the midst of it all. 
Buddha's Helpers

I am just an observer, not a participant……but it was some show we saw. 

After each school passed, cleaning crews swept the street, preparing it for the next school. The intermezzo between schools was filled with samba music from loudspeakers. God forbid there should be a quiet time, no, no; music, music, music and the dancers in the stands kept dancing. Samba!

We watched a total of 6 out of the scheduled 7 schools for this night. While many people left after just 2 or 3 schools, I felt it was too rare an occasion, we needed to stay. Carol wholeheartedly agreed.
Sun Is Rising

But after 6 schools we had had it. It was 6:00AM when we left the Sambadrome and 6.15AM when we arrived back at the Port Terminal. Sunrise had started already. We just ate breakfast and by 7.30AM we were in dreamland. 

We spent close to 9 hours, watching Rio’s Carnival Parade, but we need sleep now. 
See you tomorrow.  Ahem… later……it is tomorrow.





Wednesday, August 01, 2018

24. Rio de Janeiro


Rio de Janeiro…………Carnival 2018  

33 Degrees Celsius (92F) Hazy, Humid: Summer in Rio.
Coming Into Rio At Dawn

This is day 18 of our Cruise and one main reason we took this cruise in the first place:  Carnival in Rio.

We booked 2 excursions for Rio. The first tour, an all day tour, started at 7.10 in the morning and we were ready. We had an air-conditioned bus that took us to all the highlights Rio had to offer. Our Guide was Michael Gallagher, yes an Irish name, but he was born in Rio and what was even better, was his perfect English. You would think he came from L.A. His usage of idioms was perfect. 

We had a GREAT guide.

The temperature, even at this early hour was hot. 

Jack Fruit - Very Sweet
Our first stop was to the statue of ‘Christ the Redeemer’. 

Michael arranged for us to take the trolley train up the mountain. It’s an open car, cog train that crawled up the steep mountain. It swayed, too, like being on a ship. The view from the train was scenic and we rode through mostly woods. The climb was steep and we could see Jack Fruit hanging on the trees along the tracks, ready for the picking. This is tropical paradise and yes, yes, it’s hot. 

Escalator to the Top

An Awe-Inspiring Sight
We had one or two stops on the way up to let other folks on board but then arrived at the top of the railway. Now we needed to take the elevators up to the top where the Statue was located. Michael, our guide, was good. He had all the tickets prearranged and we did not have to wait in line at the ticket booth. We had the use of the 2 elevators and moved up in smaller groups fairly rapidly. At least it seemed to me that the waiting lines were not a problem, at least for us.
One of Many 'Silly' Pictures

Once we stepped off the elevator we had to go higher yet, now we had a series of escalators we had to use before we ended up at the foot of the pedestal on which stood ‘Christ the Redeemer’. My first impressing was: It’s HUGE!

It was almost impossible to take a picture from the bottom of the statue straight up; so the good folks who built this attraction, arranged for terraces to be built all around the statue so people could take photographs. Yes, yes, it’s touristy and there were hundreds of people around us, and from the languages I heard, they came from all over the world. It was like we visited the tower of Babel. Everybody laughed and cheered and had a good time and spoke in???  All I can tell you is it felt very international to me.
Trying to Get the Perfect Shot

This spot is a ‘must see’ in Rio, even to just take a goofy picture of yourself trying to sit on the hands of the statue. People were lying on the ground to get a better perspective for their camera shots. It was so crowded one had to wait to take a picture. Everybody wanted to stand in the ‘perfect’ spot for a picture but the behaviour of most people was civilized.  People had patience and yes, some bumping into each other was inevitable but in hindsight… it was OK.  

Just so you know…. watch your wallet. It’s a great place for pick-pockets.
Amazing Views

I had a strange feeling while at the terrace in front of the statue… I felt like being on unsteady ground. Even Carol kind of shared this feeling. It’s not that the terrace swayed, but it felt unsteady, felt weird, might even be that the whole terrace was a bit slanted?  I just don’t know it’s just a feeling I had.

The statue stood at 2300 feet right on top of a knob of a hill and it was (100 feet) 30 meters high. 

Sugar Loaf Mountain On the Right
The people who put this statue up, did a marvelous job in picking out the location (1922 to 1931). The view was stupendous. Below the statue, all of Rio with its many hills and barrios (boroughs), was spread out.  Rio de Janeiro looked marvelous from up here.

In the distance, across the valley, near the shore line, near the ocean, I saw Sugar Loaf Mountain. It seems like Sugarloaf is near the Statue of the Redeemer when one looks at postcards, but it’s a good distance across Rio to Sugarloaf. But totally visible, from the Redeemer you can see Sugarloaf……and you can see the Redeemer from almost anywhere when you are in Rio.

Way up the hill, even at night you can see Him. There He is…. His arms spread out like a Protector…Christ the Redeemer; one of the modern Wonders of the World. 

We have many photos but will post only a few…

Many Kinds of Meat Served

The way down was anti-climactic. So it was a good time to have lunch.

Michael picked a Brazilian bar, all part of the tour, where we feasted on meat roasted on a spit. You might know these places… there is a buffet bar with salads and other things, but the main attraction is skewers of meat of all kinds that are brought around to your table. They slice off as much meat as you like, as often as you like. You just east… the servers know you can only eat so much… just eat….no, no, I mean it, eat some more…. Ah, how about this steak? … I have some more…. EAT.   It was a feast…it certainly was your fault if you walked away hungry. 

Carol had a fizzy Brazilian drink which she said tasted somewhat like Ginger Ale… the meal was good.
Who's Happy?

Now we had to go from here, after this meal, to the Sugarloaf Mountain. OK we will go by bus, and yes, it is air-conditioned but it is Carnival in Rio. There are people everywhere, some roads are blocked off. Traffic is normally slow but now it just crawled….

OK, we got to Sugarloaf, another ‘just have to see it’ kind of location.

Again Michael had the tickets prearranged and we could just walk in. This time our whole group, easily fit into just one cable car……and off we went.
Cable Car to the Top

The view while going up was stunning. We rode straight up to the tippy top; below us was greenery, woods-like or bushes…hard to tell from up there. The panorama of the harbor, the ship yards, the boat basins, the beaches and the tiny houses was breath-taking. We forgot for a moment that we were suspended by just a small cable and were hanging by a thread, literally. 
View From the Cable Car

The view over the city was not as high as from the Redeemer but it had its own charm. On the top were shops, restaurants, and benches, smallish terraces to visit and just gawk down over the world below. It was not a small place on top. I wandered around a bit, looking here, looking there. This was a unique venue; a different point of view. It’s not every day that I look at the world from way on high, yet remain grounded with my feet on the ground. 

Favela
 Below me is Rio, I can now see all those favelas. 


I understand that each valley, each mountain, heck each side of the mountain is its own town so-to-speak; its own neighborhood. Brazil could not keep up with the influx of people to Rio and new people made their own housing, decided on their own walkways, roads, streets, etc. People, especially at first soldiers, formed their own neighborhoods. Yes, it could be considered a slum, or a shanty town, but where do you put all these people. Housing was and is in short supply for Rio.
Another Favela

There is not much flat land around. And…. how do you put sanitation services up those steep hills, like water, electric, phone lines, etc.?

From way up here Rio looks pretty. The favelas look quaint, colorful.  I know my view is skewed from up here. Rio has crime; some favelas are even too dangerous for the police to go into. But I don’t see this from up here. I have a privileged view of the city. I arrived in an air-conditioned bus too. I had Michael who arranged for me to not even stay in line…. Life for me in Rio is good…. I had a tremendous lunch….
Copacabana Beach From Sugar Loaf

Not so for most of the people who live here……. there are millions who live in those favelas.

We spent about an hour just on top of Sugar Loaf and then took the cable car back down to the waiting bus. 


Street Scenes During Carnival
Below the mountain, on the streets, life was hectic, street noise was everywhere, people walked about in silly outfits, not very well done but they did want to be someone different than their usual self on Carnival. 

Carnival is not in just one location in Rio, its spread out, each neighborhood has their spot to celebrate, to dance, sing, be silly and forget real life for some moments.

Yes, people congregate to big public spaces, like the beaches and part of our tour was to see that. Michael and his bus driver tried to show us Copacabana Beach, they really tried, but it being Carnival, there was just no way to get near to the beach via bus. Even on foot it would have been too crowded.
Amazing Beaches, Lots of People

Ah, the famous beaches of Rio.

They all kind of run into each other, forming a very long beach and certain sections have their own name, depending in what Borough they are in. The beaches of Rio are along a very, very large lagoon like bay. 


The most famous would be Copacabana Beach and we tried to see this but, like I said, it was impossible during Carnival, especially via bus.

We even tried to get near Ipanema Beach but again, it was too crowded. Traffic was at a standstill. I heard so much about this beach, I even loved the song: ‘The Girl from Ipanema’ and the bosa nova was first danced here.  And being a male, I know the micro bikini was developed here.  


We tried and tried but could only get to Leblon Beach, a part of Ipanema, and then only because the driver parked the bus illegally. We could not stay long; we just had to get a whiff of what it was like to be on a Rio beach. 
Carol and I found a shady spot and just watched.

We watched hang gliders that came off the tip of a mountain nearby land on the beach. It was surreal.
Another Hang Glider Coming In to Land

People were just loafing; families sat on a blanket, kids ran around, older people sipped their coffee or drank their sodas, there were some convenience type stores there, but not really a very commercial atmosphere. 

The fire brigade had a trailer parked under the palm trees, I think they worked here as lifeguards, but I don’t know for sure. Life or the style of living seemed the easy life.

Some people played volley ball and somehow the heat did not seem so bad. The wind off the water seemed to make it pleasant. 
Just Hangin' Out

I could have spent a day here, just watching, doing nothing, sitting in a hammock.
But, we were just passing through… we were just getting a whiff of it all………I liked Rio; my privileged Rio.

Our way back to the ship was an ordeal for the bus driver, he used every short cut he knew, and still it took us some time to get back to the ship. We saw, from the bus, where the Sambadrome was, but that is the blog for tomorrow.

So Much Energy


For today I want to end it, but not before I praise the folks that came on board the ship and danced the Samba in the Ship’s Theatre for all of us ‘old’ folks. Dancing the Samba is the Carnival custom.




The Mini Bikini


What a hoot………… a great show, great day, well worth the money we spent on this excursion.