1. We’ve landed, I’m really ready to depart from these Swedish businessmen I’m sitting next to.
2. That was a fast check-in at customs, I like this country.
3. It feels like Jurassic Park here, weather wise, patiently waiting for Velociraptor noise so I can re-enact final scenes of movie.
4. They had really good food in Jurassic Park’s visitor center.
5. Sao Paulo is enormous, it goes on forever on all sides and there are buildings on buildings on buildings.
6. Cabs don’t except cash, hmmm, ATM time.
7. My room is a smoking room, change that up.
8. The water pressure in Sao Paolo is painful. It hurts so good.
9. Enough of this, let’s get out there mang.
10. I stick out in this city like a sore thumb, it’s not a problem, but it’s different.
11. We meet our Sao Paolo guides, Tattoo from VICE and the team from Papo de Homem. They’re chill.
12. I’ve been hungry for hours, the locals are taking us to a local spot.
13. The restaurant, Mercearia São Pedro is small and looks like it has the potential to be “one of those places” but we trust our guides decision. It also sells books and DVD’s…
14. Veronica, style editor at Papo de Homem orders us a round of Caipirinhas, which taste like sugar.
15. We order the mains and fill up on some of the best rice and beans I’ve ever had.
16. Crap, the mains aren’t here and I’m already full.
17. Oh shit, mains are here.
18. Fried bacon, Double fried chicken, rump steaks, eggs, pretty much all proteins under the sun are in front of me.
19. Die of happiness.
20. Am resurrected by fried bacon.
21. Tattoo takes us for a quick walk around the city, there is street art everywhere.
22. Simko wants to go shopping and we find this store called Farm, covered in greens and full of cool kids.
23. Time to peace to Ibirapuerra park to bum around for a while.
24. We mingle a little bit with locals, who label us as tourists within a second, but that’s what we are.
25. They’re balancing on wires between trees with ease, infinitely cooler than the typical Central Park thoroughfare.
26. After some chilling, a walk and a sunset, we head home and rest before more glorious glorious food.
27. Brazilian food leaves little to be wanted—the meat is amazing, the sides are plentiful and if you want it fried it can be. Caipirinhas and beers for all with dinner while a Brazilian band covers Adele. Weird, but welcoming.
28. Nord and Simko are playing with construction equipment.
29. Sao Paulo is full of hills, like San Francisco and as we walk to grab a drink after dinner, time is catching up with us.
30. Back home for the night after a few drinks (I ordered what is apparently a non-alcoholic beer after dinner because I’m real cool).
To keep with my usual style of posting, I’ll be taking a look at Brazilian literature, folklore and mythology which has proved to be pretty interesting. On top of that, I’ll be taking mad photos and covering their team in a big race of the boats because I just spent all my money on a camera. That said, I’ll be sharing as much of the culture as I can soak up while I’m down there.
The Puma team has their own tumblr you can follow over at: http://pumasailing.tumblr.com/
Unrelated: Coachella sucks.