Chapada dos Guimarães
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Well, truth to tell, it wasn’t really in the “eye” |
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nor was there a monkey involved. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t bitten at all. By anything. So went our excursion to Chapada dos Guimarães, just outside of Cuiaba, the capital of the Mato Grosso state of Brazil. Whew. There I said it. And I feel better for it. |
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The point is, I could have been bitten in the eye by a very small monkey if (and only if): (i) I was carelessly wading knee-deep through a swarming pod of very small monkeys, (ii) I inadvertently neglected to remove the excessive banana paste facial mask from around my right eye, (iii) I exposed myself to such a bite by falling for the age-old “care to smell my lapel flower” gag perpetuated by one particularly crafty very small monkey, and (iv) I had forgotten exactly everything that I ever learned in my “How to Avoid Being Bitten in the Eye by a Very Small Monkey” audio lecture series that accompanied me so frequently on the 10 freeway to and from work each day. But as I have said, I wasn’t bitten. So drop it already. |
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Rain Drops keep falling... |
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200 Feet Down |
| Dead Center of South America | ||
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Here
is what is interesting though: Suzie and I did manage to visit the
geographical center of South America.
And we aren’t talking the geographical center give or
take. I mean the
satellite-accurate four square inch geographical center, memorialized by
an awe-inspiring monument which lies as a testament to man’s desire to
achieve greatness. The Great Wall, the Hanging Gardens, the Geo-center of South
America. I was moved nearly
to tears. Suzie bought some
shoes. She did – in the
little town down the hill. Two
pairs. The Chapada region is pretty cool. So long as you are not from the western US. Because if you are, it looks like you never left home. Except for the waterfalls, rainstorms, funny-talking people, parrots and macaws, cheap pizza, quaint animal phone booths, cool shoes…I could go on. And I will. The ubiquitous Guarana and Kwat signs, the coconut stands, rainbows, the sly silver fox (which we had the distinct pleasure of observing gruffling around the balcony of our hotel room), the delicious ham and cheese sandwiches for breakfast, the cashew fruit juice, &tc. |
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| This ain't Nevada | Suzie Smells Shoes | Grrr-brrringg! | Nevada? |
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| Just take the damn picture already! | Hello?? | Success!! |
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This
is a day trip. No more. No
less. Oh, and don’t give
anyone the universal thumb and forefinger “OK” sign in Brazil
It means something decidedly less pleasant than in other parts of
the world. If fact, it
could quite possibly lead to eye trouble in its own right. Anyway, I did have pizza. And Helder our Brazilian guide for the week thought that was fine. So until next time kids… |
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