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Visiting Rocinha: A favela in Rio

I hadn’t planned to go on a favela tour in Rio, but I found myself with a free afternoon on my second day, so I decided to do it.  I was a bit conflicted: the idea of taking a tour to visit an impoverished area didn’t entirely sit well with me. Yet, I wanted to go.  I’ve visited so many impoverished areas, I wouldn’t even know now to count them, but I had never taken a tour to visit any. On one day, city tour in Kigali, we did walk through a very poor neighbourhood and it felt a little weird because we didn’t interact with any of the people, so it felt a little like we were intruding. I took a tour from an individual who was from the favela that he was taking us on a tour of and that also provided money into the local economy.

We were picked up in a van there were about ten of us. And we drove to Rocinha, the favela right on the edge of Leblon, the richest part of Rio. Rocinha is not as dangerous to some of the other favelas which is why it’s commonly used for tours. It is, however, a poor area and there are guns and there are drugs (I suppose there are guns and drugs everywhere, but they’re a bit more visible here) but when we drove into Rocinha and parked and started our walk, it felt not at all dangerous and like the sort of place I would have felt very comfortable walking on my own.

Rocinha buildings

Rocinha streets

a church in Rocinha

I think the idea of a “slum” or a “favela” conjures images in our minds of abject poverty, people shooting guns into the street, giant piles of garbage – just human suffering and lawlessness. And maybe sometimes that’s true, but I’ve never seen anything that bad (even in the worst situation, there seems to be some order), however, I have seen things that are far worse than what I saw in Rocinha. Rocinha is a community; it’s a poor community, but a community nonetheless. As many as 300,000 people live there. It has an infrastructure, roads, banks, buses, and most homes have plumbing and electricity. (Other favelas are not necessarily as developed.)

views of Rocinha

Rocinha is controlled by a gang called Amigos dos Amigos, which sounds bad, but many residents find it stable and trust the gang more than the police.

The streets were paved and lined with businesses and apartment buildings people just were going about their lives. That said, there were people carrying guns, but nobody was behaving violently. (And, really, lots of places have lots of guns.) That said, there is violence there and sometimes it flares up with deadly results.

While I would have been comfortable walking on the main streets of the favela by myself, I wouldn’t have gotten the information that I got from the tour guide. He explained to us about how the unofficial government of Rocinha works, how they get their electricity, what people do for a living, what the incomes are like – and it was interesting to receive it from someone who grew up there in the neighborhood that he was talking about. He also gave us useful tips like don’t take pictures of the people with the machine guns. (Noted.)

the main streets through Rocinha

We visited a capoeira studio where the students put on a show, which was excellent. The drumming was infectious and the performance was wonderful. They tried to teach us some capoeira moves. I participated initially and then quickly bowed out as I realized that I looked like an idiot and was bound to break something.

at the capoeira studio

We carried on our way off the main streets and into the narrow, hidden alleys. This is a part that I would never have seen on my own because I don’t even know if I would have realized that there were tiny alleys there, and even if I did, I don’t think I would have felt comfortable walking down them without someone local. Not because it’s dangerous, but just because it would seem sort of weird and rude.

descending into the back alleys
farther underground

Behind the facades of the main buildings are these tiny alleyways with stairs that go down and reveal other buildings behind the main buildings. They allow in some sunshine and some fresh air to the people who have the more modest housing. Some of the areas were nice; people had painted them or hung art pieces and everything was quite clean, however the further down you go, the dirtier and the darker and dingier it got. Still, it felt like a community, even in the bowels of the favela where it was kind of dark and unwelcoming, there were still little shops, bar, and restaurants.

alleyway art

One of the interesting things that we learned about on our trip was how people get the mail in Rocinha. There are no addresses; just sort of a tangle of buildings once you get off the main street, so the mail is delivered to blocks on the main street in a little wooden box set on the side of the street. When it arrives, someone who has a WhatsApp group for the neighbourhood on that block lets them know their mail is there and people come and collect it from the box.

mail box

Back on the main street, we visited a woman who had an apartment with a window on the side of a tall building. There was nothing below her window and no way to stand there, but about 8 feet across from the window was a walkway, so she devised a way to sell items from her apartment. She displays items in her window and constructed a small ramp that runs from the window to the walkway. On the ramp is a box with a string. The purchaser approaches the window to tell her what they want. She puts it in the box and slides it down the ramp to the purchaser, and the purchaser puts the money in the box, and she pulls it back up the ramp with a rope. Simple.  At that point we really needed some water, so it was very convenient.

water purchase

There were some areas of Rocinha in which we weren’t allowed to take pictures, presumably because people would have objected, maybe strenuously. I couldn’t really tell the difference between the ‘no photo’ areas from the ‘photo ok’ areas; it’s not like one seemed more dangerous than the other, but we respected the wishes of our guide. In one of the ‘no photo’ areas we stopped in at a local bar and had caipirinhas and smoked and chatted with people. It wasn’t part of the ordinary tour; some of us just wanted to spend a little more time there interacting. It was fun.

Overall, I’m glad that I did the favela tour. It was interesting to see it.  It was not nearly as bad as I had imagined, and I say that without diminishing the fact that the people there are living in poverty and that there are problems, but just noting that it’s not the post-apocalyptic war zone that some people have painted it as. I think if I hadn’t taken the tour I wouldn’t have learned as much about Rocinha and I certainly wouldn’t have experienced it. I think if I were to go back, I would go I would go on my own; I would eat the restaurants, buy some things at the shops, and experience a little bit more of it now that I have a comfort level.

street art

Certainly, all “slum tours” (as they are often called, negatively) are not created equal. I think some are plainly exploitative. Some are run by companies from outside of the country and aren’t giving back enough. And I think that any time that you are driven through, as opposed to walking through, a poor area on a tour and not interacting with the locals, that does feel wrong, like you’re visiting a human zoo. I would avoid that. Of course, sometimes you don’t know what you’re going to experience until you go on the tour. In this case, I was pleasantly surprised.  I realize that there is still an argument that even the tour I took is unethical and I am open to that, but I feel ok about it. 

It was the most interesting thing that I did in Rio.

view of Rocinha

I finished the day, having a cigar and reflecting on what I had seen.

The next day I would leave Rio and fly north to Salvador.

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Posted on 1 August 23
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Lapa Land: Rio Day 2

I awakened my second full day in Rio with a bit of a plan: I wanted to get up early enough to go to see the Lapa Stairs.  It’s not that the stairs disappear after morning, but I had heard that they very quickly get overrun with tourists and tour groups later in the day, so I thought I needed to get early to have them to myself. I had breakfast at the hotel (Hotel OK). True to brand, the breakfast was ok. It was packed with people – mostly Portuguese speaking people. I didn’t find any other English-speaking people that I could chat with (I am useless with any Portuguese phrases), but I kept myself busy eating all the delicious fruits. From my hotel I walked towards the Lapa Stairs. I was staying right in between the Centro and Lapa districts, so it wasn’t very far to walk to the stairs, and I loved the journey.

Walking in Lapa

From what I’ve seen of Rio, Lapa is my favourite district. It’s gritty; covered in graffiti with beautiful old buildings, lots of restaurants, cafes, and music venues. It’s definitely the bohemian, arty part of the city. Unfortunately, it’s dangerous at night. As I said in my previous post, I’m not generally concerned about violence, but people who are like me and locals to the area have told me pretty awful stories about going out in Lapa after dark and it even told me that Uber drivers won’t drive there. I question whether that’s true, or if it is as bad as I was told, but that’s what I hear. So, all my experiences in Lapa were during the day, but I definitely enjoyed it. (Before I get corrected; the Santa Teresa neighbourhood is also excellent; I’m just not clear where the dividing line is between Lapa and Santa Teresa, so I am referencing only Lapa because that is where i mostly seemed to be.)

pretty buildings

graffiti streets

Lapa has two famous sites one of which is the stairs, will get to in a moment, and the other are Arcos de Lapa is which was an aqueduct system built in 1723. It’s hard to miss them; this gleaming white wall of double arches that diagonally cuts through the neighbourhood. Quite picturesque. The area around the arches had a lot of people sleeping in the street and clearly down on their luck. It didn’t feel unsafe, but it was something to be aware of. On to the stairs.

Arcos de Lapa

The Escadaria Selarón

I wasn’t actually that excited about seeing the Escadaria Selarón (aka the Lapa Stairs, aka the Escadaria da Lapa), I just heard that it was a thing that you’re supposed to see and I thought it would give me an excuse to walk through the neighbourhood and see what else there is, and I was already enjoying my walk, so had the stairs been disappointing it wouldn’t have been a problem for me, but when I arrived at the stairs, I found them delightful.

Escadaria Selarón

Colourful and artistic. Definitely photogenic. But the thing that I liked about them is just that it was such a whimsical, unnecessary thing. The story behind it is there was a Chilean artist, Jorge Selarón, who lived there, one day was repairing the few stairs leading up to his home and he decided to use a bunch of brightly coloured tiles to repair them. But he didn’t stop. His obsession grew and grew and he started covering all of the stairs with the tiles and mirrors and bits of pottery until it covered the entire staircase and it sort of crept like a beautiful fungus onto the apartment buildings that line the stairs and beyond. It’s just delightful. The fact that lots of people want to go there and take their pictures… well, you can’t even be upset about it, because it’s great. And of course, I couldn’t resist some selfies myself.

A triptych of selfies

A not so fun fact that I discovered was that the artist appears to have committed suicide in 2013 by pouring paint thinner on his head and setting himself on fire on the very stairs where we now take cute selfies and film music videos. A sad end, but his legacy is undeniably positive and popular. (I say “appears to have” because there is a small chance that he was murdered, but that theory seems to have less weight.  There is a detailed account of his demise here.)

murals near the stairs

near the stairs

Cigar Time

After visiting the stairs, I walked to the Centro district to the Velha Habana, an excellent and brand new café / cigar store / cigar lounge. I saw it on my first day of wandering, but it was closed on Sunday. It was so new that they were still hanging art on the walls. It is really nice. I had a coffee and tried one of the locally grown and rolled cigars.

Wrapping up in Rio

It was at this point that I decided that I had pretty much seen many of the things that I wanted to do in Rio. I had plans to go to see the Christ the Redeemer statue and the Sugarloaf Mountain, but I was saving that for the day that I would fly back through Rio at the end of my trip, so I found myself needing something to do. So I decided that I would go on a favela tour. I’ve written about that in a separate post (here) because I took a lot of photos and I think it sort of deserves its own commentary, but that’s what I did with my afternoon.

After the favela tour, I ended up back in Leblon and i went for a cigar again at the excellent Esch Café and had a wonderful dinner at a middle eastern restaurant. As a vegetarian, the food in Brazil was kind of awful. Obviously, Rio is a major city and international food is available, but in terms of Brazilian food, it’s not super vegetarian friendly and certainly not vegan friendly, so I was happy to have a meal that was to my liking. After dinner I took the subway back to my hotel and had a good night sleep.

I liked my second day in Rio a lot more. The beach neighbourhoods I visited on day one just were not my thing, I found the Centro area a little bit boring, but I really liked Lapa (and Santa Teresa? I’m not sue where one area becomes the next) and I did enjoy the favela tour. The next day I would fly north to Salvador, which was the the place I most wanted to see in Brazil.

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Posted on 31 July 23
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Way Down Among Brazilians – Rio Day 1

Brazil, Finally

I don’t know why, but I had been resisting going to Brazil. Every year for about the past four years I’ve made myself a Brazil itinerary. Not every itinerary was the same but all of them involved me flying to Rio and visiting Salvador, which were the two places that I most wanted to visit. But I just couldn’t get excited about it; probably because most of the things that I know about Brazil involve beaches and parties and I just couldn’t care less about either of those things. But then again, I do like Bossa Nova music, cigars, and coffee, and Frank Sinatra sang two songs about Brazil, so I knew there must be something to it. The real reason that I finally booked the trip to Brazil, honestly, is that I think I really wanted to fill in a big hole in my South American map. I hadn’t been to South America since I went to Peru in 2014 and it just seemed like it was time.

So I made an itinerary that involved me flying to Rio, spending a couple of days there, flying to Salvador for a couple of days, then flying to Asunción, Paraguay for a couple of days, before returning to Brazil for a day.  You can’t see all of Brazil in a week, but I thought I would pick some highlights and decide that if I wanted to go back to see more at a later date.

And so I flew to Rio.

Bom Dia, Rio!

The flight to Rio was long. Flying to Rio from Vancouver is not like flying to Europe or flying to Asia where the flight might be long, but you sort of make up the time when you fly back due to the time zone changes. Flying to South America is just really far and there’s not much of a time zone change, so it took me roughly a day and a half to get there and a day and a half to go back. I was determined to make the most of it.

I landed in Rio without any issue (Canadians don’t need visas) and went to my I accommodations: The OK Hotel. The OK Hotel was…OK.  It was in the Centro District, right on the edge of the Lapa area, which is where I wanted to stay; very close to the subway and trolleys, it was walkable so many places that I wanted to see, and it was cheap. Beach people would probably want to stay closer to Copacabana or Ipanema, but I liked this neighbourhood better.

Rio Centro

National Theatre
buildings in Centro Rio
buildings and quiet streets in Centro Rio

I hit the ground running in Rio. I started out by visiting Centro (the historic district). it was a Sunday, which was maybe not the best day to start out, as most things were closed.

closed shops
more quiet streets

The streets were pretty empty and it just seemed kind of dull. However, the architecture was beautiful and I did go to the excellent Museo de Arte do Rio (gallery of modern art) and popped in into some churches. But I wasn’t excited. It just didn’t feel lively.

at the Museo de Arte do Rio
excellent pieces at the Museo de Arte do Rio
more great art at the Museo de Arte do Rio

more sights of Centro

I did visit the excellent Cathedral of Rio, the Metropolitan Cathedral of Saint Sebastian. It was designed by Edgar de Oliveira da Fonseca to resemble a Mayan pyramid and was built in the 1960s/70s. It is excellent. Very unique and modern, but also beautiful inside and out. I loved the stained glass and airy interior.

Catedral Metropolitana de São Sebastião

I hopped on the train and decided to go check out some of Rio’s beach areas.

At the Copa. Copacabana.

Let me be clear: I am not a beach person.  I like swimming well enough, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to swim at the beach when I’m traveling by myself. (Just leave my wallet and my phone and all my personal items unguarded on the beach while I swim in the ocean? That doesn’t make sense.) So I tend not to swim when I travel, and the idea of laying in the sun on the beach just sounds like a nightmare.  I don’t want to sit in the sun, I get bored sitting around, I don’t care for sand or children, or any of the things that come along with a day at the beach. But in this case, I was in Rio; of course I was going to go to see Copacabana and Ipanema just to get the vibe.

A rare shot of me on the beach

I started in Copacabana.  I took the train from Centro. The metro is not super expansive in Rio, but it’s extremely convenient for covering long distances it’s very cheap and easy to navigate. 

Metro Scenes and Machines

I walked a few blocks from the subway station to the beach. On the way there was a pretty good food market and I stopped off and had some sort of fried bread cheese thing with hot sauce which was pretty decent, and I continued walking to the beach. This area was quite a bit different from Centro. It was packed. All the shops and restaurants were open and people were out; there was music; it was actually a pretty good scene.

Copacabana street scenes

The wide road that separated the apartment buildings from the beach was great. It was mostly shut down to cars and was filled with pedestrians and rollerbladers and bicyclists. Along the sand was a row of outdoor restaurants and food and beverage vendors, almost every one playing music. That was pretty nice too. The beach itself wasn’t packed, it was winter in Brazil, but there were people out swimming and playing volleyball and hanging out. I took a look. I still had no idea no desire to participate in the beach activities, but it was nice to see them. I walked around that area for a while before hopping back on the subway to go to Ipanema.

Copacabana streets

This Girl in Ipanema

Ipanema was similar to Copacabana. It was busy with appealing accommodations and eateries and the beach was also nice. I guess the more interesting thing about Ipanema was that it had a really great view of the mountains in the favela in the distance which was an interesting site. I walked around there for a little while but was already kind of done with the beach concept so I walked back to the subway.

Ipanema Beach

Ipanena Scenes

Leblon

I got off the subway in Leblon, which is the most affluent neighbourhood in Rio. That’s a pretty nice neighbourhood. I wouldn’t want to stay there; it’s too fancy and a little bit too expensive and it feels a little more generic than other parts of the city that I was in, but it was very nice. My reason for going there was to go and check out a cigar lounge. There is a place called Café Esch, which has inside of it a La Casa Del Habano. You can have coffee, you can have cocktails, you can have a steak dinner if you want too, and you can purchase all the best Cuban cigars in the humidor. The cigars aren’t cheap, but there was a great selection and anytime I can smoke inside I’m delighted. So I bought a couple of cigars, ordered myself a coffee and a couple of cocktails (I had my first Caipirinha – wow is that great and potentially problematic; it is so easy to drink) and sat inside watching football (soccer) with a bunch of cigar smoking men inside. Nobody really talked to me, but it was a really nice place to hang out.

Cigars at Café Esch, Leblon

When twilight dims the sky above

I wanted to make it back to my hotel before it got dark, so I walked back to the subway. In Leblon it felt absolutely fine to walk around at night. But by the time I got back to my hotel, that was not the case.

I’m not generally worried about violence, but Rio did give me pause. Even many of the savviest travelers that I know have had issues with street violence in Rio after dark. So I had decided that I really would limit my nighttime activities. This was fine, because I was already tired from walking around all day so I went back to my hotel and just decided to just read a book, but then I got hungry… and curious, so I went out. I walked around the streets around my hotel. Some of them were empty and didn’t feel particularly safe; the areas that were closer to the train and subway stations at least had people out and about, so they felt a little safer.  Most things were closed, but there was a little corner pizza and hamburger spot, nothing fancy, plastic chairs, basically a fast-food joint. I sat there at one of the outdoor tables and I had a pizza. (As an aside, this was the worst pizza I’ve ever had in my entire life.  The bread was soft and all it had on it was gross cheese and some sort of sickly sweet tomato sauce and it was served with ketchup and mustard. Really awful.) I sat outside and I had this pizza and a bottle of water and was just kind of watching the activity on the sidewalk. There lot of homeless and drug addicted people walking around. They approached me constantly asking for money and standing and staring at me and getting a little bit too close. I didn’t feel threatened, but it certainly didn’t feel comfortable. At one point, one of the guys picked up a bottle a beer bottle from a table next to me and broke it over the side of a chair and sort of looked at me, holding onto the neck of the bottle.  He didn’t really brandish it and I didn’t think he was going to hurt me, but it certainly didn’t make for a pleasant eating experience. A bit later I did give him the rest of my pizza, so I feel like we kind of had a moment.

Anyway, that was my first day in Rio. I had a good day and I was happy to be there, I wasn’t loving it. Some places you vibe with and some you don’t. That’s ok. But I but I was excited to see more of the city the next day, which I did.

me at the Cathedral, Rio
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Posted inAsia Pakistan Pakistan/Oman trip 2020

Amazing Lahore, Pakistan: Cobra Doctors to Hair Fire

I arrived in Lahore, Pakistan from Muscat, Oman in the morning with some excitement and trepidation.  Pakistan is off the established tourist trail – which is a great part of the reason that I chose it, but I still had some apprehension, including: would I have any problems with my e-visa at the airport?  I had heard so many stories of visas being denied or difficult to get, but I had gotten mine on the first try online.  It seemed too easy. Surely they would flag me at the border for questions and hassles. 

The airport’s immigration section was pure chaos. As soon as people arrived in the building they ran towards the immigration desks and pressed in clumps. There didn’t seem to be separate desks for nationals and foreigners, so I queued (or rather, clustered) with everyone else.  But soon I was summoned to the desk for diplomats and whatnot.  They looked at my e-visa printout (bring your print out!) and stamped my passport without question, and I was off.

I haled a taxi from the airport to my hostel.  The driver, who spoke a little English, said he knew the place, but clearly did not, as we drove in circles, before I finally convinced him to call the hostel for directions. His English was ok, but not so good that I could explain to him that I thought the hostel was on the mall, near the museum. He had little interest in my printed maps. He seemed to focus much of his attention on telling me how beautiful I was and leaning in a little too close, patting my leg. I was irritated. Really, this is how my trip starts? With a leering taxi driver? I just started being a bit rude, and he backed off and eventually dropped me off at my hostel.

Driving through traffic in Lahore

I had booked the Lahore Backpackers Hostel, which had pretty mixed reviews, but it was a good price, had a good location, and a big rooftop patio, which I figured it where I could enjoy an evening cigar. Both at the moment and in reflection, I had mixed feelings about the place. It looked bad.  It may be clean, but is so old and scruffy that it doesn’t look it. My room was like a little cell with a window that looked out onto the desk of the manager. The kitchen and bathrooms were best avoided, but functional. No toilet paper even.  That was the bad. The good was exceptional hospitality, a great location, and good wifi. 

Lahore Backpackers Hostel

Upon checking in, I was furnished with tea and a plate of tasty rice and daal.  The manager, Sajjad, and assistant manager were great. Super friendly and helpful.  They also organized various walking and driving tours for guests, which was handy.  But the place was still a bit icky.

On reflection, unless a better budget option opens up in an equally good location, I would recommend the Lahore Backpackers Hostel for the price, location, hospitality, the camaraderie of fellow backpackers, and all the outings they can help organize – but just know what you are getting.

I checked in and then hit the streets.  If my initial impressions in the taxi and hostel were not the best, it was all washed away by the delights of walking the city.  Lahore is one of those places that just left me exhilarated.  It quickened my pulse and piqued my curiosity.  It was a riot of color, sound, and bustle.  The traffic was congested and loud. People milled about the cars and tuk tuks to and from markets and shops. From the sidewalks, people sold all manner of things, but most notably (to me anyway) fish, vegetables, and bright, wet chains of fresh marigolds and roses.

I visited a street that was well populated by street doctors – not professionally trained doctors, but natural healers and self-taught medicine men.  They were lined up in the area between the sidewalk and the row of fish and vegetable sellers who say along the roadside. I met with and observed a couple of dentists, one pulling a tooth from a stoic old man, another fashioning a false tooth. Another was an ear doctor who proudly showed me his home made medical kit. Another was a man at a cart populated with liquids and objects in jars, as well as several fat lizards, some dead and some soon to be dead, waiting to become a potion.  The man beckoned me over, lifted up a basket and produced a live cobra, from which he would use the venom in concoctions.  I watched as he mixed bits of dead lizard with other odds and ends and boiled it in a small pot for one of his patients.  It was all SO interesting.  And lest you think I was intruding, the men called me over to show me what their practice was, invited me to watch, and asked me to take pictures.

Street Doctors
Street Doctors

The willingness, indeed, eagerness, to be photographed was surprising – particularly after being in West Africa recently, where no one wanted to be caught in a picture.  I wandered into a labyrinth of fish sellers, who called me over for pictures.  One man even posing repeatedly, each time with a new fish.

I took a tuk tuk to a vegetable market area, which was like many others I had seen, but the volume of produce was something extraordinary. Massive cauliflowers and bales of spinach piled high.

A man approached me from I know not where and placed a thick marigold wreath around my neck.  It was a lovely gesture, but it was wet and heavy and made me even more conspicuous than my white skin and all black ensemble. I felt very conspicuous and thought “How long do I have to wear this?”  The answer: just until I got into my next tuk tuk, where I hung it from the frame, of which the driver seemed to approve.

I walked in to the Old City, which is a walled centre part of Lahore. Old; dating back to about 1000, but still very active today.  It is so easy to get lost, but you will find your way to a gate again, and getting lost of part of the fun. Maps of this area are useless.

I climbed to a high mosque for views of the streets.

Upon descending, I was invited to take tea with some men at a bone setter’s clinic.  Unlike the street healers, this was in a small storefront, though the medicinal practices seemed equally non-traditional, at least from a western perspective.

I wandered around, delighted by everything I saw.

Everyone was so nice and hospitable.  No one was hassling me for cash or aggressively trying to sell me things.  They just seemed happy to have me visit (or they ignored me altogether. 

One other cool thing was that the manager from my hostel took me to see an area where the commercial trucks are decorated.  In Pakistan, the trucks used to transport goods are elaborately painted and decorated with embossed metal panels, flowers, animals, and garlands.  They are tall and extraordinary.  This area showed where all this tricking out carries on.  One man invited me into his truck to see the velvet seat covers and sparkly garlands inside.  He did grab my ass as I exited the truck and I scolded him like you would a dog that had peed on the carpet, with a pointed finger and stern “NO”.  It irritated me for a moment and then I moved on.

I should say that the ass grabbing truck driver and the leering taxi driver were the only unpleasant issues of that variety that I had; and in neither case did I feel unsafe, just annoyed.  Everyone else was exceedingly kind and hospitable.

My final stop that day, with the manager from my hotel was to a tiny hair salon where the specialty is hair cutting…with fire. We entered the salon where two hair dressers and one customer (and a few of his friends) – all young men – were about to start. First, they put some thick goop on his hair and then they LIT IT ON FIRE. While it was burning the stylist combed through the hair quickly as the fire burned off, presumably, the ends of the hair. The whole thing lasted 15-20 seconds. Honestly, I’m not sure it made that much difference to the hair, but it was crazy.

HAIR ON FIRE!

That took me to the evening.  I grabbed some dinner from a street vendor who sold rice and curried things for the equivalent of a dollar or two.

I spent the late evening chatting with two other travelers at the hostel.  They were both long-term travelers.  One a Scottish woman in her 60s on the road for several months.  The other a Belgian guy in his 20s cycling from Europe to South East Asia.  Pakistan doesn’t attract your typical 19-year-old gap year backpacker.

I slept in my dismal room soundly, satisfied with all I had seen that first day and excited to see more the next day.  As it turned out, the next day would be the last good day I would have on that trip.  As settled in on that first night I was about 24 hours away from getting very sick.

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Posted on 21 February 20
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Walking in San Salvador after dark

The whole reason I am writing this post is because this is precisely the information I wanted before going to San Salvador but could not find.

I returned to my hotel after visiting the Ruta de los Flores around 5:00 pm and I had a little lay around the hotel, but then I was hungry and restless, so decided to go out. It was only maybe 8:00 pm, but it was dark.

The thing is, everything I read said that it was absolutely not safe to go out alone after dark in San Salvador, and if you must go out, take a taxi, even if it is just a few blocks. Furthermore, I read that the central area I was staying in was particularly dangerous. That just didn’t make sense to me. So, no one walks at night alone, ever? The sun goes down at 6:00 pm and the buses stop at 9:00. I had had to test this advice.

I left behind my my credit cards, my ID, and anything of value. I took a little cash, a cigar, a phone, and a lighter.

I left my hotel, the Hotel Villa Florencia Centro Historico, and walked more or less towards the main cathedral square. The streets were very quiet. Desolate. Everything was closed except for one supermarket. There were a few people still packing up their market wares, but it was quiet. A pedestrian here and there, the odd car, and buses on one street, but the street I walked on, so alive with bustle in the daylight, looked almost like an apocalyptic wasteland at night. But I didn’t feel unsafe. I was just very aware of the lack of people. Actually, that may not be accurate. It did feel potentially unsafe, but I was ok with it.

There was one spot where I walked through what was a narrow corridor of closed up market stalls on either side. In there it was very dark. On either side, solid walls metal security gates, and tarps overhead. I don’t love the dark and there was a lack of side exits, so when I approached that veritable tunnel, and I saw a young. Preppy looking guy head in before me, about 40 feet, i sped up so i could sort of walk with (behind) him. I did this because i felt it would be safer than walking solo.

I started to speed up, to catch up with him, and he sped up. I walked even faster and he broke into a run. I guess everybody was a bit uneasy about walking that area at night, but I was surprised (amused?) that in this instance I was the threatening force.

I did make it to the two squares by the theatre and cathedral. There, things were lively. People out for strolls and dinner, buskers, crowded pupusas stalls. It was nice. I had a bite and then walked back along the same, dark streets back to my hotel.

I did stop to take a few pictures in the square on my lousy cell phone.

I think it is probably fine to go walking after dark solo, but you definitely need to be aware of your surroundings. As usual, though, the hype about violence and crime far exceeds its presence.

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Posted on 20 October 18
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