Rio de Janeiro Reports

[Jrealyo]

Black guy looking for a barbershop. Any suggestions? I'll be in the Centro area. Thanks.

[Nounce]

...Went to Amerilinho Cinelandia to have a late dinner. The place is reformed, found 1921. Great food, very cheap and cold chopps....

I was banking on this place to stay open on one Monday holiday when almost all places were closed because I had a dinner date. They told me they would open until midnight but they were ready to close after 8 or 9 PM.

[Sperto]

Regarding entry in Rio. I arrived tonight. I left Europe with several documents. EU vaccination certificate, antigen test, EU covidtest certificate, Anvisa Health Declaration and a UK locator form (transit in London). All documents were necessary for me to check in bak home.

In Rio they only checked my passport. Nothing else. Funny though the Brazilians had to line up to show anvisa forms. No line at all at immigration. After I landed in Rio it was just a very short while before I picked a taxi at a bargain price in the arrivals section.

Went to Amerilinho Cinelandia to have a late dinner. The place is reformed, found 1921. Great food, very cheap and cold chopps. Lots of flirting girls. Unfortunately the majority with giant horse asses. Leaves to Caerá tomorrow.

[Nounce]

All you do is take the metro to station central.

You go out of the station to the street level at the central train (supervia) station.

There are little ladies with signs that say tim.

You ask them for cadastro sim and tell them you don't have a CPF.

They will sell you chips with their cpf for 10 reais.

Vivo is better but tim is fine.

Haha, I did not read the instruction carefully so I thought it was Uruguiana station at Centro before I knew there was a Centro station. There is a Tim lady stand there that will do the same too. I even worked out a deal to keep the sim alive for a year for are $80.

I did venture to Centro station a few times after that because there are a bunch of street food stands that open very late at night in front of the colectivos.

[Vagabundo1]

It has been months since I have been to VM, but I found this good writing by a local, Dante.

https://oslibertinos.com/2021/10/29/...a-vila-mimosa/

The cobblestones of Vila Mimosa.

Date: 10/29/21.

Author: Dante.

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No one knows exactly where on the road the detour took the detour downhill. Decay is not a voluntary option, it is an intimate, deep and nebulous disagreement. Decay is entangled in a cocoon.

I can't remember why I pulled my car from my way home that night to visit the most famous prostitution spot in Rio. Boredom, curiosity, lust. Any of these reasons would explain my impulse or, probably, all of them.

Vila Mimosa, Rio de Janeiro's low-income area, has always been an urban legend for me, a place about which I heard reckless stories, which brought me images of wanton women walking half-naked in the open; land of violent ruffians, murders, drug dealers and addicts. All this in a region close to the city center. As you passed by Praça the Bandeira, it was difficult to imagine such an exotic street, wedged between branches of trains, hovering in a parallel universe that borders the imperial São Cristóvão.

You cross an accidental portal created by the line of rails that bridge the asphalt and lead to Rua Ceará. Above this small railway crack, the arch that makes the entrance to the Zone is drawn. It would not be surprising to find there the phrase that Dante Alighieri read on the threshold of Hell: "Give up all hope, ye that enter."

At night, the vision is of shadows and ghosts of shadows that prepared us to immerse ourselves in another dimension. I park the car, get out and step on the cobblestones of Vila Mimosa. A melancholy silence reigned along with the shy, pale light that trickled down some sections of the walls and passed out morbidly on the stone floor. I keep walking and see a precarious, gloomy-looking two-story house on which hangs a sign: "Hotel Canário." I turn into another lane, on the right, and I begin to see a party of colorful sparkles in the distance, glimmers blurred by a faint mist rising from the sidewalks.

As I dip into the festive hubbub, I notice the wave of smoke rising from a multitude of barbecue grills dotted around the corners of the gutters. The noise also became more deafening with each step into the eye of the hurricane; loudspeakers screamed in an uneven, chaotic, suffocating symphony. I open up a brief valley of almost ruined houses and the first association I make with the vision that unfolded before my eyes is of a post-war landscape. I felt like walking over the wreckage of a battle, an Armageddon scene.

Everything reflected chaos! The faces, the voices, the smells. The dirt covered the rats' traffic; the strong lamps revealed vacuum-molded faces; armed men roamed immodestly, as if they were in a caboclo western; prostitutes, with little or no clothing, wandered from one point to another, aimlessly; the demons hid in the half-light of the cubicles where paid sex was consummated. I discovered that Hell is not an abstraction, it exists, it is real. Lucifer is the amalgamation of men and women who have been led to give up their dignity. The Zone is the model of Hell.

Halfway down the street, I saw three galleries opening up between the shacks, I entered one of them. The working girls watched me curiously, as if recognizing a foreign element within the Zone's veins. My eyes glimpsed them with the fascination of someone who witnesses myths disintegrate in the shock with reality.

I exuded excitement, the underground vibe had seduced me. My presence drew attention, my type should not be common in that environment. Being in the Zone made me realize how unimaginable it was to anyone listening to its abstract definitions. Making it concrete, knowing it, contaminates us with a naked truth so pure that it is almost unbearable. To look inside the Zone is to run the risk of emancipating the secrets we carry chained in our basements.

At the end of one of the galleries, I noticed a pretty black woman staring at me with a greater intensity than any other woman I've come across. It was she who awakened in me the attraction that made me anchor and want her approach. And she came. We didn't exchange many words, she just said she wanted me. I, held hostage by an almost hypnotic magnetism, nodded and let myself be led. We climbed a narrow snail-shaped staircase and locked ourselves in a tiny room, a dark cell where there was only a single bed covered with a threadbare sheet.

The black woman, recklessly, kissed my mouth as she undressed me. I was sweating with lust, my body was on fire with its own libido. She got rid of the meager cloths that covered her most private parts and glued her torso next to mine, both of them naked. A pleasure I have never known almost made me feel unreasonable. She starts to lick my belly and slide towards my sex. The urge to moan, to scream invaded me, my body writhed in uncontrollable spasms. I have never experienced such a violent orgasm, everything in me was silent, I was speechless.

Before we said goodbye, she stroked my hair, was dazzled by the blond hue flowing through her ebony hands. Our language was almost limited to looks and sighs. I revealed myself through touches and she accepted me through kisses. Words were little needed, love is consummated by intuition.

I needed to leave, for time made that prison an illusion of delight. Without my asking, she reveals her name to me: Lara.

Then he asks me what he should call me. In that instant, the impasse that I had carried throughout my life was dissolved. By saying my name, I confessed to a condition that I asphyxiated with prejudice, it freed me.

– My name is Ariadne – finally the flower of my essence bloomed without the fear of self-discrimination.

Lara touches my breasts with delicate lips, I get dressed and leave her.

Little by little, I get away from that cauldron of vices, depravities and existential decomposition. With high heels on her feet, she tried to keep her balance on the cobblestones that form the streets of Vila Mimosa. Perhaps, soul is the name we give to this peculiar ability to balance on the small stone islands that float between abysses. Entering the portal of Hell makes the spirit know one of the halves of existence, finding the exit door is what makes us human.

My grandmother was the one who baptized me, and she used to tell me that Theseus' mission was to annihilate the Minotaur, but that his soul resided in that ball of yarn that rescued him from the labyrinth. I stop philosophizing, get in the car and accelerate towards the light.

[Vagabundo1]

All you do is take the metro to station central.

You go out of the station to the street level at the central train (supervia) station.

There are little ladies with signs that say tim.

You ask them for cadastro sim and tell them you don't have a CPF.

They will sell you chips with their cpf for 10 reais.

Vivo is better but tim is fine.

You can get registered (no need for cpf) sim cards at central metro / train station for 10 reais.

Add credits if you need them at any kiosk or pharmacy.

[Jingo10]

Not really wanting to spark the great SIM card debate as I know people say getting one is simple, I must be doing something wrong.

Here's my experience from a non CDF & a little Portuguese speaking perspective.

2 years ago I tried to get a SIM in Copa but failed, also failed in Centro.

So yesterday I tried the Americanas store which has been previously recommended here but they said no in two places. I didn't want to go to Centro this morning so headed to Rio Sul Mall as it was in walking distance of my hotel. All phone shops said no, Vivo, claro, TIM but Vivo were helpful. Sent me to Fourth floor tucked into a corner is a shop called 'casa y video' they offered 3 sim cards (no calls or data) no ID required, I took the Vivo 20 reais. Then went back to Vivo and they were very helpful and loaded it for me, they needed my passport. 100 reais per month, 3 GB a week limit (I don't understand why Vivo can't sell a SIM but will load it).

I'm sure there may be cheaper / easier ways of doing this but this as a member of the great unwashed this worked for me.

[Eszpresszo]

Leaving aside the mundane questions of legality, when do you become a Brazilian?

I ponder these questions as I use my new bong, bought for a very affordable $35 reais at Praca XV, at Tabacaria Africanus. Perhaps Plato asked these questions as he wandered around ancient Athens. Perhaps the muse, a 18 year old whose lovely pussy is milking the sperm out of my gonads as many nights a week as I want, has messaged me back on zap (whatsapp). Is there a meaning in life beyond balancing Belladonna who has the world's best ass, against Nia Nacci who has the world's best tits?

I have been here for 21 months. I plan to stay. I have lawyers back in Lugano -- they can deal with the bank, the condo, the guns. Just let me know if there is a war with Italy or France. Otherwise, Lieutenant Commander Vagabundo, Swiss Naval Intelligence, on loan to Union Bank of Switzerland, Business Development Department for Sovereign Wealth Funds, South America, has gone native. I've lived in Transamerica for 17 months. The lifeguards try to sell me weed, and invite me to Vidigal. I should go. Those dudes could get me plenty of bitches.

Good story, bro.

[HKS11]

Vaccine mandate for malls, taxis and Uber was revoked the next day:

https://www.google.com/amp/s/g1.glob...ra-covid.ghtml

The question is now: when will they revoke the vaccine mandate for hotels, pousadas and holiday apartments?

And bars, nightclubs and restaurants? I have asked some friends in Rio if this is true and they have told me that some places are asking for proof of vaccination but not all. I'd like to know have restrictive they plan on being and how much they can actually enforce these "mandates."

[Anaggie]

Great report Bearsi!!

I also look forward to and prefer a super GFE weekend over trying to bang different girls every afternoon and night. I personally like to create a vibe between us and it takes time to be comfortable with each other. Can't happen in an hour or two. It takes a few hours to an overnight to develop. Then the fun begins.

My next trip is in January and I have booked a two day trip to Buzios with the girl from Scandello that spent the weekend with me in SP last time and then back to SP for a day or two together before it comes to an end. Let's see how it goes. Will report back.

[Sperto]

There is a small chance that governor Castro can make Eduardo paes change his mind.

Good work, Castro. Now Paes is considering having fireworks on New Year.

https://www.meiahora.com.br/geral/20...reveillon.html

[Sperto]

The question is now: when will they revoke the vaccine mandate for hotels, pousadas and holiday apartments?

No hurry. The majority of the gringos going to Brazil are vaccinated. There are some exceptions, actually I read today in the Brazilian paper about a 52 years old French guy who is in the hospital in Ribeirao Preto seriously ill in covid-19. He wasn't vaccinated. He would have been luckier staying at home I guess.

[Lievre]

Proof of vaccination needed to enter bars, shopping's, hotels, restaurants, uber etc.

https://www.meiahora.com.br/geral/20...is-no-rio.html#foto=1.

Vaccine mandate for malls, taxis and Uber was revoked the next day:

https://www.google.com/amp/s/g1.glob...ra-covid.ghtml

The question is now: when will they revoke the vaccine mandate for hotels, pousadas and holiday apartments?

[Yossarian]

Your question is too broad. It depends on a lot of factor and the range is very wide. If you live in an area with a lot of gringo then the price will approach US.

Brazil is far more developed so it will be more expensive on average but the food choice is much better so for most people cost may not be the deciding factor

I have personally found Bogot cheaper than Rio de Janeiro in pretty much all areas.

[Vagabundo1]

Leaving aside the mundane questions of legality, when do you become a Brazilian?

I ponder these questions as I use my new bong, bought for a very affordable $35 reais at Praca XV, at Tabacaria Africanus. Perhaps Plato asked these questions as he wandered around ancient Athens. Perhaps the muse, a 18 year old whose lovely pussy is milking the sperm out of my gonads as many nights a week as I want, has messaged me back on zap (whatsapp). Is there a meaning in life beyond balancing Belladonna who has the world's best ass, against Nia Nacci who has the world's best tits?

I have been here for 21 months. I plan to stay. I have lawyers back in Lugano -- they can deal with the bank, the condo, the guns. Just let me know if there is a war with Italy or France. Otherwise, Lieutenant Commander Vagabundo, Swiss Naval Intelligence, on loan to Union Bank of Switzerland, Business Development Department for Sovereign Wealth Funds, South America, has gone native. I've lived in Transamerica for 17 months. The lifeguards try to sell me weed, and invite me to Vidigal. I should go. Those dudes could get me plenty of bitches.

Every now and then, I think about going back. Oh. There is a return flight credit I need to extend by month end. Or not. I am banking so much cash by renting the Lugano waterfront condo, and putting the mortgage on hold for Covid reasons, that I have put away enough money to live in Brazil for years. That is on top of the monthly income from being a retired Lieutenant Commander, and the priceless quality of being one of Switzerland's Own Teufelhunden.

Tonight, I have a date set up with a old favorite who has big natural tits.