Sharing a taxi with random boys that you have never met before is always going to end in trouble. Squeezing in one extra person will undoubtably exacerbate this; ensuring that one of you is rubbing against the creep sat with you in the back. But, with a shortage of taxis and a very late trio of girls, this cannot be helped.
However, weird conversation was not the extent of this taxi ride's story. The real strangeness began when it turned out that the back-seat chap was in fact taking photos of us.
Very creepy photos. Photos that were being taken even as the taxi had pulled up, and the photo-taker himself had got out. In fact, as we continued talking to the taxi driver and passenger, we looked to the right and.. There he was, Mr Photo, taking snaps of us through the window.
Oh well, I suppose we might as well smile now that we've seen him doing it.
I have met many people during my time in South America. This chapter is dedicated to the mad ones that I've met along the way. *This blog is not intending to offend, just inform and entertain :-)
Ola!
Ola a gente!
This is the first chapter to my blog; Boys Around the World.
It is set in Brazil, where i'm spending a year during my 4 year degree programme.
I'm staying mainly on a Southern island, famous for its beaches and popular night-life.
This chapter focuses mainly on the madness of the Brazilian meninos..
It's written in a one-story-per-post format, so each madman has his own special section. Lucky them!
I have used fake names for ALL subjects. However, the names of my friends are all real. And boys; you know who you are!
Enjoy!
This is the first chapter to my blog; Boys Around the World.
It is set in Brazil, where i'm spending a year during my 4 year degree programme.
I'm staying mainly on a Southern island, famous for its beaches and popular night-life.
This chapter focuses mainly on the madness of the Brazilian meninos..
It's written in a one-story-per-post format, so each madman has his own special section. Lucky them!
I have used fake names for ALL subjects. However, the names of my friends are all real. And boys; you know who you are!
Enjoy!
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
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P.S..
Now, I know my blog might make it seem like every boy in this huge country is slightly mad. They're not, at all, and I would like to stress that I have also met some amazing people, of all nationalities. Their stories just aren't as amusing, yet could be equally entertaining. We'll save that for chapter 2, perhaps :-)

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