As many of you know, I
frequently occupy myself by pondering the possibilities and philosophical
dilemmas of teletransportation. But until it is resolved, invented, tested, and
reliable, I need to find other ways of getting around. Here are some options I
have in this country:
Chapa: imagine a
mini-van. Now imagine that the bucket
seats have been replaced with a 5 rows of bench seats. Now stuff 29.8 people
inside, don’t worry about their level of comfort, and just when you thought
there was no room even for a chicken, it stops to pick up another three human
beings.
Boleia:
Getting a “ride.” Basically just hitch-hiking, but one of the most comfortable,
fastest, and cheapest ways to travel. You won’t have anyone’s armpit in your
face or baby on your lap – you might even have your own seat – they don’t stop
every 3 minutes to pick someone up, and sometimes they don’t charge you. And
you meet interesting people. It’s a win-win-win-win-win situation.
The boleia dance, patented by Mac and Ariel (front 2 volunteers) |
Open-back pick-up truck: A mix between a boleia and a chapa. Similar to a
chapa in that you have to pay, similar to a boleia in that there is no official
system for deciding where they are going to go and what time one will pass by. The
advantage over a chapa is that you have fresh air blowing in your face, instead
of stale air that someone has breathed out.
Bicicleta:
Luckily, the chain on my bike broke within the first kilometer of riding it
home from the store where I bought it, and not in the 5th or 14th
kilometer. There are no gears on these bikes; just you and your leg muscles
straining to carry you and how ever many other people you are carrying on the
back or handlebars up the hill. They sometimes have brakes.
Passear:
verb, to go for a walk; meander. The passear pace is one that you may have
never experienced if you grew up in the United States. You are moving forward –
but only just barely. For a true passear, hesitate slightly before putting each
foot down. If you feel like you’re moving in slow motion, or perhaps even
backwards, and you lose your balance because you’re moving so slowly, then
you’re doing it right. Once every couple minutes, pause to look at the scenery.
Oooooh the hesitation is REAL! That was the only way I could (what's the opposite of keep up with that still means to walk at the same pace?) slow down with? keep down with? several of our walking partners.
ReplyDeleteI am quite certain there's a jurtain in my curtain, & that I am married to someone who would be a natural at passear-ing! ;-) XO
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