Friday, February 11, 2011

Now then!

So this year, I decided to start up my own blog. I figured it would be a good way for me to keep track of what I get up to, and it also gives me the opportunity to share with you guys what life is like, over here in the land of the samba. After my McDonalds Big Mac this week, and letting watching an episode of Jersey Shore win over going for a run in the park...I figured it’s time to finally get my ass into gear, and fulfil my last remaining new year’s resolution. This blog!

Just to fill you in on what I’ve been up to in the past year, last April I returned to the UK after a four year teaching stint in Japan. After almost 3 weeks at home, it was time to pack up, and head over to Brazil! I have been here since, where I currently work as an English onto my job, I teach early in the morning (it is not unusual for me to be sat in an office, starting class at 7.30am), during lunch breaks, or when the business day has finished. I guess I work on average between 3-4.5 hours a day, and, well, I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m not too keen on the thought of heading back home to work full time hours just yet!

I live in an apartment that is on the same floor as an opticians, and at least once a month someone will try to follow me into my apartment, thinking I too, am going in for an eye inspection!!! “No love, the opticians is that one over there, the one with the big sign in front of it!”

Under the block of flats I live in, is a butchers shop. I’m not sure why, but there is always music pumping out of a knackered old sound system from there, to entice people in. The music is always turned up just that little bit too loud, so the bass drowns out the music. Like a 17 year old boy racers car stereo! It serves its purpose though, as it seems to help attract a steady stream of elderly Brazilian’s. They love the bass over here!

I also live opposite a church, and there is a small square in front of this building. This is where, during the day, the tramps come to chill out. You can’t walk too far around Sao Paulo without seeing homeless people, but during the day, a lot more of them than usual like to gather opposite my place.

About a month ago, I was on my way out to work, when the butchers had Katy Perry blaring out into the square. I looked over at the tramps, and saw them all up on their feet, they were on an amazing night out.

They may well have been covered in their own shite, off their tits on drugs, and in need of a good feed (not too unlike the Amadeus on a Saturday night!)...but they looked like they were having the time of their lives! And thats when it hit me, as I was walking to class in my freshly ironed shirt, with material ready to talk about prepositions....I had tramp envy! As I pass them on my way to work, I often wonder what they talk about every day....they just seem to either be sitting around, playing cards, drinking beer or just relaxing....but still, each time I pass them, they are engrossed in conversation. They even have a big red, flea ridden sofa, parked outside the church, to chill on. It is big enough for about 4.

Like the opening credits of a poor man’s Friends.

Anyway, my blog is now up and you can expect some regular updates!

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