Day 158 Rio…the finishing line, 78 days over the anticipated 80 day target, at least 39,000km covered, the World Cup a memory. I have aged about 5 years in the last 5 months, encountered so much that the mind can’t begin to fathom it all. It’s around 2am, the 2 pals driving the 2 trucks […]
Rio...the finishing line, 78 days over the anticipated 80 day target, at least 39,000km covered, the World Cup a memory. I have aged about 5 years in the last 5 months, encountered so much that the mind can't begin to fathom it all. It's around 2am, the 2 pals driving the 2 trucks have persuaded us to go a little further north past Rio to his home town...its his brothers birthday and he wants us to be guests of honour.
As we drove on through Rio's empty streets, to wherever these charming blokes were taking us, I felt little sense of achievement...it feels like there is more to come, or I'm just so deep in the whole thing a full stop just doesn't seem to fit. Perhaps once this party's over and we head back, my thoughts may change.
Off in the distance I see the famous Jesus statue perched atop the mountain,
"Oh, there it is...that looks nice"
Twas all the mind could muster.
What was meant to be a 2 hr drive further up the road turned into an epic 12 hr drive, 500km north. Communication was strained between us...yes! but I couldn't help feeling we had been duped a little. There is no way I would of went along with this had I known. 2pm we arrive in a small modest village. With hardly any sleep, myself and white frog were urged to play guitar, drinks thrust in hand as the locals began sifting on through to see the white fellas and get merry. This
town was total sticksville... No choice but to have a laugh and enjoy it all.
Unable to contact Ivo and Tony due to lack of internet, we all just got stuck in amongst the Grandmas, Granddads, Uncles, Aunties and kids running round all excited. Pigeon versions of rock classics getting belted out, it all soon turned into a raucous boozed up sing along, this lot could certainly knock back the drink.
Sadly the evening took a sour twist later on. Screams of distress came bellowing from one of the bedrooms... We rushed in to find our host beating his wife with there little baby and 4 year old boy sitting on the bed watching it all. We rushed in, carried the kids to safety as an awful tussle ensued to restrain this horrible man from getting to his wife. It was all quite grim... blood, broken fists, smashed bottles and tables. All because this dark force hasn't learned to manage his demons. It obviously ruined the night, we couldn't leave his wife alone incase he came back, the house was trashed after all the commotion...his wife decided to pack all her stuff, retrieve the kids from the lovely woman upstairs and make herself scarce. The lovely woman upstairs put me, Lauren and White Frog in the spare room in her house. All was solemn afterwards...no one likes to be privy to such destructiveness. It felt a little better knowing horrible mans lovely wife and kids were safe and out of his reach. An ugly night all in all.
Lovely woman upstairs wouldn't smile, this was as close as I could get....lovely woman she is x