KNS 6165 Flattened cardboard box under his arm,in his 60s, West Indian looking with a grey beard, he has a black single strap carry sack over his shoulder, he must do this walk every night, the steep incline up to somewhere cozy in this maze of a Rio favela. Im across the road in a 24 hour bar called Atilos, lots of Favela locals giving me the once up and down, i dont care, Ive got my bottle of beer, a can of sprite and a tall glass to mix my shandy.This is a great spot for late nite people watching, people milling around all the time, workers coming home, teenagers doing deals, parents buying take aways, as i sit here though i think that there is that chance someone is watching me, the mid thirtys type guy who sits and stares, hes looking over my shoulder as far as Im cocerned. Observation of the entrance to this favela is very interesting to be honest, the steep slope indicates not an easy walk for the fittest of people, must be tough for those older women who have to walk. There is a saviour for some, a Volkswagen camper van being used as a taxi, reg KNS 6165, two young teenage boys operating this service,they cram in as many as possible to get the many who queue up to the next level before they have to walk. I really am itching to go up there, shall I??..on my own??...My different clothing and looks stand out, but i did notice that some of the locals look very eastern. As I look up, the lights from the homes dominate the night skyline, the varied coloured lamps, yellows,oranges, golds, reds, and whites ,all with different voltages Im guessing as some are very dim. Been sitting here for 3 hours now and the camper van has made numerous journeys up into the favela, people waiting constantly on the corner of Rue Sao Ferrerier by the lamp post, some waiting in the two watering holes within ten yards, bet theres a few dodgy people in these bars, another shall i or shant i?!. Four Policia Militar, walking down the slope,looks like theyve had a trouble free shift as they meandered too their waiting minibus, must be a tough job going into the unknown, suppose its like me as a lone tourist. As the street traders working day comes to an end, only young teenagers, they seem to enjoy the challenge of racing up the hill, the one on the left stops 20 yards up whilst the other boy gets some assistance, probably had a little bet on this race as the one in the lead looks down and laughs at his fellow trader. Its been pleasing to the eye people watching, not a dull moment in the whole time Ive sat on my stool which the young girl working in the Bar placed here for me. Back tomorrow night!!
Posted on: Thu, 05 Jun 2014 12:31:54 +0000
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