Viva Brasil

Catching the early flight from Caracas wasn't a problem, however the direction of it was a bit annoying. Instead of just flying east to the pretty much paralell town of Fortaleza, I had to fly all the way south to São Paolo, change planes and then fly north again, making the "short" trip take roughly 16 hours. When I arrived in Fortaleza on the Brazilian north coast, just before midnight, I gave my friend Clara a call, after a few attempts I got through and found she was out and about, but we managed to meet up and she showed me to her downtown house which she shares with her friend Johan. The two of them are living here doing some kind of communal project which involves film, I haven't really understood what they do but I'm sure whatever they do is great. I've been living here with them for a week now also taking a three day break in the calm beach village Paracuru where we were able to stay in a friend of Johan's father's massive mansion. While in Fortaleza I've done some sightseeing by day (allthough there really isn't much on offer) and a whole lot of drinking and "Pre-Carnavaling" by night. It feels very good to be in a country which understands the importance of football, in one day I managed to watch my first United game since leaving Sweden as we humiliated the Arsenal and then directly after I went to the Estadio Castelão too see the pretty drab derby encounter (allthought the crowd atmosphere was entertaining) between the two local teams Ceara and Fortaleza which ended 0-0. I'm not sure how long I will stay here, but I'm expected to take part in football match tomorrow against the Fortaleza police-force, which apparantly tends to be rather brutal, before I head down the coast towards new destinations.