26 November 2008

Capoeira

I wasn't sure why the universe led me to Paraty. It was just an ordinary - dare I say, boring - Colonial town.

I met another Australian there, who was riding his motorbike acoss South America. As I waited for my bus to Curitiba that night we sat at a bar and had a few drinks. This is what we saw on the other side of the street under a covered, concrete football pitch: Capoeira - Brasilian martial arts.

















I tried Capoeira once while I was in Switerland. After two hours of practice the Capoeira master, Passarinho (meaning, little bird), encouraged me to warm-down by scissor-kicking the air whilst doing hand-stands. My arms were so fatigued from the work-out that they gave way. I landed on my head.

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