Vôo livre.


(17 janvier, 2009)


Dans un paysage aussi splendide,
quoi de mieux que de se donner des ailes
pour l'admirer à sa pleine grandeur.


''À go, cours aussi vite que tu peux.
Okay! 3, 2, 1, ... go!''


Après sept pas,
la plateforme disparaît sous mes pieds.


Et puis, plus rien.

Plus aucun son.

Mon corps, maintenant à l'horizontal.

Mes jambes se balancent dans le vide.
Le vent me caresse chaleureusement le visage.


À droite, la montagne escarpée

d'où je viens de m'élancer.
Sa présence est indéniable.
À gauche, le tumulte de la ville n'est plus.
Sa silhouette est séduisante.
À l'horizon, la plage laisse place à la mer, s'entremêlant au ciel.
C'est d'un bleu hypnotisant.

Mes yeux sont éblouis.
Mes poumons, comblés.
Moi-même, bouche-bée.
Un sentiment à la fois palpitant et apaisant.

Un moment dont je me souviendrai,
Ces quinze minutes suspendu à un gigantesque cerf-volant.

Libre comme l'air,
Tout comme un oiseau.

Entre ciel et terre.

















(January 17, 2009)

Amidst a landscape so splendid,
what better way than to grow wings
to admire it to its fullest.

''When I say go, run as fast as you can.
Okay! 3, 2, 1, ... go!
''

After seven steps, the platform disappears under my feet.

And then, nothing.
Not a sound.

My body, now horizontal.
My legs swaying in the void.
The wind gently caressing my face.

To the right,

the mountain off which I have just lept.
Its presence is colossal.
To the left,
the chaos of the city is no longer.
Its silhouette is seductive.
To the horizon,

the beach gives way to the sea,
intertwining with the skies.
A hypnotizing state of blue.

My eyes are bewildered.
My lungs, fulfilled.
Myself, overwhelmed.
A feeling at once exhilarating and soothing.

A moment forever etched,
Fifteen minutes suspended to a gigantic kite.

More bird than human,
Given to fly.

Between earth and sky.

A cidade maravilhosa.


(January 15-16, 2009)

Our journey to Rio de Janeiro began with a pleasant surprise when we hopped on the bus in S
ão Paulo to realize that we would enjoy a much comfier ride than the ones we are used to back home. The seats were nothing short of a comfortable, reclinable lazyboy with footrests. We were also given a thick blanket, a pillow, and a little bag of snacks upon entering the bus! Canadian coach companies should inspire themselves from these spacious and cozy South American buses... especially in a huge country like ours, we shouldn't have to dread fifteen-hour bus rides. And aside from the comfort, the view along our journey was absolutely splendid. About midway to our destination, the view of suburban villages gave way to an infinitely green mountain scenery that left us both astonished.

Once at the Rio bus station, we met Bia, our first nomadic acquaintance. She obviously noticed our lack of Portuguese communication skills and graciously helped us in line for a taxi. She introduced herself and through a mix of English and Spanish, we found out that she loves Canada and that she lives in Argentina. After our short but interesting conversation, she left us with a smile and her email address, inviting us to go visit her when we shall make our way through Patagonia.

The taxi dropped us off at Copa Hostel, where we unpacked our things and then took a walk in the neighbourhood to find a place for dinner. We took advantage of our first night in Rio to relax and catch up on some sleep.

The next day, we took a day-trip city tour of Rio, visiting five of the city's remarkable landmarks. We first made our way up 700 meters in altitude through the Tijuca forest, which was a very steep and curvy ride in the van to get to the top. Once there, we saw Cristo Redentor (statue of Christ the Redeemer), one of the seven wonders of the world. It can be seen from pretty much anywhere looking up from the city below, but at the top of the mountain, however, its imposing stature of 38 meters offers a completely different impression. In the grandeur of its open arms, the statue seems to be protecting and embracing the city below.


Also just as impressive was our first breathtaking aerial view of the Rio landscape from the peak of Corcovado rock. The mountains, the trees, the islands, the beaches, and even the city buildings... everything blending together perfectly in a poetic blue ocean setting.

Afterward, we took a detour drive in the mountains through a favela, where we discovered that all things are not marvelous in Rio. Our guide explained that out of its 7 million inhabitants, 2 million live in favelas - impoverished and run-down neighbourhoods mostly found on the mountain hillsides. The largest favela is home to over 400 000 people. We didn't get a chance to discover more in depth the favela lifestyle, but from our first impression we gathered that it was quite ironic for the poor shantytown sectors to be the ones to enjoy the most gorgeous views of the city. We also found the general mindset concerning favelas intriguing in that people don't seem to be particularly ashamed of that aspect of their city. We thought it culturally interesting to get a glimpse of a favela and to relate it to our thoughts on the movie Cidade de Deus (''City of God''), which we had seen together and had both really appreciated.

Continuing our tour, we drove by Estádio de Maracanã (soccer stadium), a symbol of pride for the city. The stadium can impressively hold up to 95 000 people and is set to be the home of the World Cup in 2014.

Our next stop was the Sambódromo, the most famous samba avenue in the world. It was specifically designed for the biggest and wildest event of the year - the Carnaval. We might have visited Rio a few weeks too early to experience the actual festivities, but we were more than satisfied to have simply been given a behind-the-scenes tour of the event preparations. (Besides, the actual Carnaval would definitely be much too outrageous for our low-key taste).


The next landmark was Catedral do São Sebastião, very unique in its architectural design. From the outside, its concrete conical structure seemed to be somewhat awkward for a church, but from the inside, the four 65-meter high stained glass windows gave the church an amazing elegance with all of their colourful nuances.


Our last visit on our tour was to Pão de Açúcar (Sugar Loaf mountain). It was in itself quite unique because of its cone-like shape, the major part of it being mostly rock, and the top being a dense haven of subtropical vegetation.


Taking two cable-cars to a final altitude of 400 meters, from where a beautiful panoramic view was gradually unveiled to us as a curtain opening onto the scenery below. Once at the top, the feeling was overwhelming. The view, magical. The atmosphere, subtletly romantic.


We separated ourselves from the group a while to go explore a bit of the area on our own... we followed intriguing sounds that led us to a little park, and to our surprise, the strange noises were coming from two small animals in a tree. From what we gathered, they were tiny monkeys but of a curious kind we had never seen before. We were grateful for the fortunate coincidence of having been at the right place at the right time to observe these funny little creatures.

We finished the day off by going out for dinner in company of Frank, a guy from Germany whom we had met on the tour. Good food and good cultural conversations were had at Monchique restaurant.

Afterthought: We're not usually fans of big cities, but Rio de Janeiro sure has its charms and we soon realized why it's known as A Cidade Maravilhosa (The Marvelous City).

First steps, first impressions. / Premiers pas, premières impressions.


(Our first entry abroad, brought to you exclusively by our combined translation efforts to make sure everyone at least understands this first post. We may not always have time for a bilingual post, so we apologize in advance if some of you may not understand French or English only entries in the future.)

(Notre premier message à l'étranger, une exclusivité de nos efforts de traduction combinés afin de s'assurer que tout le monde puisse nous lire. Il se peut que nous n'ayons pas toujours le temps de vous donner des nouvelles dans les deux langues, alors nous nous excusons à l'avance si certains d'entre vous ne puissent pas comprendre les futurs messages unilingues.)

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This is it. Where it all starts.

Arrived at Guarulhos airport in São Paulo, we were so glad to find both of our hiking bags on the luggage belt that we didn't mind waiting a good two hours in line for customs and passport control. We were there, standing baffled at all the Portuguese signs, and already able to smell the heat of the south in the airport. But the shock really hit us once we stepped outside the airport doors, standing under the sun in 30 degree heat. We sat on a bench beside little palm trees and took a moment to take it all in, almost laughing at the realization of the 60 degree difference between January in Brazil and the Canadian winter scenery we had bid farewell to not even 24 hours previously.

Bem-vindo ao Brasil!


After a slight taxi mishap, we soon realized that Portuguese wasn't as similar to Spanish as we thought when our cab driver misunderstood our directions and dropped us off at the São Paulo Hotel Inn and not the Downtown Hostel where we were headed. But no damage done - it only set us back 8 Reais (4$) and fifteen minutes, and thanks to the help of a courteous young worker at the motel eager to practise her English, we were back in a cab and on our way to the correct destination in no time.

After a long-awaited nap and a crazy thunderstorm (the likes of which we'd never seen before), we seized what little time we had in the evening to venture out into the city. We went up to the 41st floor of Edificio Itália to admire an outdoor, panoramic view of the towering city of skyscrapers below. To the north, south, east or west, they were everywhere. An endless mosaic of buildings stretching as far as the eye can see; it is only at that point that we truly realized the vast immensity of the 22 million metropolis that is São Paulo.


After such a colossal rainstorm, we thought there was no way we could encounter rain again that same night, but no, not in São Paulo it turns out! The rain started pouring again while we were having supper at a hamburger/pizza joint (sidenote: due to our lack of Portuguese communication skills, we must have answered "yes" when the cook asked us if we wanted our food plain, because we ended up with nothing but cheese on both our pizza and hamburger). Our cheesy meal satisfied our appetite nonetheless, and then we found ourselves standing in front of the pouring rain, wishing one of the kiosks nearby would have sold umbrellas. No such luck. But not even thirty seconds after that thought, a strange man walked by shouting what we deciphered in Porguese to be: "Umbrellas! Umbrellas for sale!". We took it as a sign of good karma, and happily bought an umbrella off him for 5 Reais. Umbrella vendors must surely make a good killing during the rainy season.

We were warned not to wander the streets at dark, so we dutifully returned to the hostel before 9 p.m. and enjoyed a quiet night in, eating snacks and playing Yahtzee. And so was our initiation to Brazil, and the beginning of our nomadic adventure.

More to come soon from Rio de Janeiro (where we arrived this evening).

Until then,
Adeus.

Ps: Muito obrigado (many thanks) to those who left comments and sent emails. It's heartwarming to read messages from home.

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C'est ici. Où tout commence.


Arrivés à l'aéroport de Guarulhos à São Paulo, nous étions tellement contents de retrouver nos deux sac-à-dos sur le carrousel à bagages que l'attente de deux heures pour les douanes et le contrôle de passeports nous a aucunement dérangés. Voilà que nous y étions, éblouis par toutes les affiches portuguaises, pouvant déjà ressentir la chaleur du sud dans l'aéroport. Cependant, le tout nous a vraiment frappés lorsque nous avons franchi les portes, se retrouvant à l'extérieur sous un soleil de 30 degrés. Nous nous sommes assis sur un banc près de petits palmiers pour prendre un instant afin d'absorber le tout, sur le bord de rire par le fait qu'il y avait une différence de 60 degrés entre un mois de janvier au Brésil et le paysage de l'hiver canadien dont nous venions de quitter à peine 24 heures auparavant.

Bem-vindo ao Brasil!

Suite à un petit incident de taxi, nous avons vite réalisé que le portuguais n'est pas aussi similaire à l'espagnol que nous le pensions lorsque notre conducteur a malcompris nos directions et nous a laissé au São Paulo Hotel Inn et non au Downtown Hostel où nous nous dirigions. Mais ce fut sans dommage - dans le fond, ça nous a seulement coûté 8 Reais (4$) et quinze minutes de plus, grâce à l'aide d'une jeune dame courtoise ravie de pratiquer son anglais, en peu de temps nous étions à nouveau dans un taxi en direction de notre destination initiale.

Après une longue sieste bien méritée et un puissant orage (un comme nous n'avions jamais vu), nous avons profité du peu de temps qu'il nous restait de la soirée pour s'aventurer dans la ville. Nous sommes montés au 41e étage du Edificio Itália pour admirer une vue panoramique extérieure de l'imposante ville de gratte-ciels. Au nord, au sud, à l'est, à l'ouest, il en avait partout. Une mosaïque infinie d'édifices s'étirant au-delà de l'horizon; ce n'est seulement à ce point que nous avons réellement saisi l'immensité de cette métropole de 22 millions qu'est São Paulo.


On pensait qu'il était impossible qu'il se remette à pleuvoir après un tel orage, mais non, apparemment pas à São Paulo! La pluie a recommencé de plus belle pendant qu'on soupait à un casse-croûte (anecdote: dû à notre manque de connaissance de la langue portuguaise, il paraît que nous avons répondu ''oui'' lorsque le cuisinier nous a demandé si l'on voulait seulement que du fromage comme garniture, puisque nous nous sommes retrouvés avec un hamburger et une pizza au fromage, mais ce qui a tout de même satisfait notre appétit). Devant ensuite affronter la pluie, on aurait bien aimé, en vain, qu'un des petits kiosques vende des parapluies. Mais même pas trente secondes après cette pensée, un homme bizarre est passé en criant ce qu'on a conclu vouloir dire: "Parapluies! Parapluies à vendre!". Nous l'avons pris comme signe de bon karma et, avec joie, nous avons acheté un parapluie pour 5 Reais. Les vendeurs de parapluies doivent définitivement faire la piasse pendant de tels orages.

À l'avertissement de ne pas se promener dans les rues à la noirceur, nous nous sommes retournés responsablement à l'auberge avant 21h et nous avons apprécié une soirée calme à jouer au Yahtzee et à manger des grignotines. Ainsi fut notre initation au Brésil et le début de notre aventure nomade.


D'autres nouvelles à venir en provenance de Rio de Janeiro (où nous avons mis pied aujourd'hui).

D'ici là,
Adeus.

Ps: Muito obrigado (merci beaucoup) à ceux qui ont laissé des commentaires et des courriels. C'est réconfortant de vous lire.

(Sigh).

[ 13.01.2009 ]
El tiempo está llegado...
The time has come...
Le temps est venu...


A nomadic spirit;

two hiking bags;
four months;
eight countries;
and infinite discoveries.

Our emotions are unfathomable.


Un esprit nomade;
deux gros sacs à dos;
quatre mois;
huit pays;
et découvertes infinies.

Nos émotions sont insaisissables.


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Here's an overview of our itinerary.
For the more curious ones
, click on the map for a better view.

Voici un aperçu de notre itinéraire.
Pour les plus curieux, cliquez sur la carte pour mieux voir.




« On ne fait pas un voyage.
Le voyage nous fait et
nous défait;
il nous invente. »
                                                           - David LeBreton