Lexi & His Friends

My housemate Alex seems to have a way with the Brazilian men.
If getting hit on in the car on the way home from a club by a man who "just split up with his girlfriend" wasn't bad enough, it seems that walking back causes even more problems.

After a night at the weekly University party, Lexi and I decided to take a pleasant stroll home. Neither of us knew that the nice Brazilian men we bumped into on the way back were actually after more than a bit of English practice.
After engaging in a conversation with the seemingly lovely chaps for about 15 minutes, their ulterior motive became clear when they stated, "In fact, we are looking for people to have a three-some with...".

Awkward silence.

Move away from the strange men.

A Raunchy Rendezvous In Rio

The men I encountered in Rio are the most forward that I have ever come across.
Not only will they shout things at you across a busy road (very embarrassing), but they will whisper things to you as you casually stroll past them with your family.
Whether they be umbrella-sellers or Police Officers, you will no doubt be given the eye by a Carioca or two.

In the awards for the strangest man in Rio, we have three nominations, and unfortunately i'm not sure I could possibly choose between them.

Our first candidate is a simple subway-traveller. In fact, he didn't have to do a lot to warrant his nomination. All he had to do was stare consistently at my sister and me for 20 minutes, with a VERY creepy smile on his face. We agreed that he was probably thinking about how he would like to murder us and then chop up our bodies.
When I say stare, I mean really, actually staring. And his armpits were very sweaty; the liquid outline on his shirt went all the way down to his elbow. Lovely.

Nomination number two goes to an enforcer of law. Aka, a Police Officer. Who is probably the worst Police Officer in the whole of Brazil as he felt it necessary to impress us by showing off his "secret documents" in his leather folder. And his badge. And his ID card. And telling us about his latest 'task'.
This would have perhaps been enough in itself to gain a place in my top 3, but no; Mr Policeman had even more "quirky" ideas. Despite being told 40 times that my sister does NOT speak Portuguese, he insisted on continually talking to her about his life. Only getting a confused smile in return did not dissuade him from talking at her.
And finally, the most IRRITATING part about this encounter was the fact that I had JUST got my food and was REALLY REALLY hungry. Instead I had to sit there, too polite to tell him to go and fight crime, whilst my food rapidly went from hot to luke-warm to very frio. Not even twirling my rice around with my spoon gave him the hint.
Eventually, he left.
It was short-lived however, as he returned 5 minutes later to briskly remind us that "normally English girls are ugly, but you two are beautiful", and then departed for good.
Hmm.

Strange man number 3.
Now, there is nothing wrong with a little bit of entertainment in the streets of Rio.
In fact, if i'm ever struggling with my teaching career, I think it may be the next step for me.
However, there is a thin line between a pleasant street-act, and a paedophile.
With a watching crowd of about 100, it's quite strange that this man even noticed us walking past. Despite my sister quietly hissing "quick, run, he's seen us!", it was too late.
Leaving his concrete-stage, the man with a painted white face and strange gloves ran after us down the road. All spectators were watching in a tense silence.
And what did he do? After a rather gentlemanly attempt to kiss our hands, he slobbered on my sister's face. Despite her denial, we all saw it, and the erupted laughter of the crowd confirmed what had just happened.
My sister is 15, this is very wrong.