Thursday, 3 May 2007
Fear and Loathing in Buzios
I was in Buzios, a small seaside village, about 5 hours drive from Rio de Janiero.
Late at night, in a local 'dive' about the size of a toilet.
A real Beer Bar. Neli da Costa's Bar.
This dive was rumoured to be a drugs den too.
I was alone because my friend had disappeared with the daughter of the owner.
Was pissed off too because I really fancied her. She was a real honey, in the flesh.
So, I ended up drinking with two uniformed policemen when they came in for the nightly visit.
I was an exotic visitor so they stayed to chat.
As usual, little in the way of common language. But quite OK.
One of them asked me if I wanted a coke (as in cola) and I made an expansive gesture redolent of snorting something.
The policemen laughed and scratched noses in a 'suggestive digestive' manner. Nudge nudge wink wink.
Even the owner and the chief dealer laughed.
Later, they asked me to bring a bottle of whisky for them next time I came from Scotland.
I told them I would NOT bring a bottle of whisky for them.
They both took their guns out whereupon I explained that I would bring TWO bottles of whisky for them.
Yet another memorable night followed.
Too many to count are those nights.