Friday, March 10, 2017

Carnaval in Rio – the Sambadromo!


28 February 2017 – posted on 10 March 2017 in Manaus, on the Amazon

NOTE:  This is the third blog I'm posting in the past few days, so go backwards to see our last couple of weeks.  Wifi is difficult to find, so I'm catching up!


Wow wow wow wow WOW!  This was AMAZING! 

Though I should back up and explain a little. 

Carnaval is the Portuguese spelling of Carnival.  This is the pre-Lenten festival that goes back centuries, where people party and celebrate life before Lent, when they didn’t eat meat – hence the name Carnaval, or “carne vale,” meaning literally “farewell to meat.”  Various countries around the world celebrate Carnival, though in the US this is called Mardi Gras, the French term (“Fat Tuesday”) for the day before the beginning of Lent on Ash Wednesday.

So, in Brazil, the Carnaval festivities feature samba parades.  Samba is the music and dance that has its roots in the culture of the African slaves, mixed in with the Portuguese and Spanish landowners.  Samba has become an entire cultural experience itself.

The samba troupes are referred to as “schools,” because the people are truly serious about the music, dance, floats, costumes, themes, and culture – this isn’t just a hobby, it has become almost a way of life.

I don’t know how many samba schools exist in Rio.  But the top twelve samba schools are invited to perform at the Sambadromo, a permanent parade ground for Carnaval.  The Sambadromo is one kilometer long according to their information (.6 or so miles) – equal to about ten football fields.  (Though I should add that we estimated it at about half that distance, but at the height we were sitting, distances are deceptive.) 
 
There are various viewing stands on both sides of the parade runway, with several levels.  At ground level are the boxes, the priciest seats because they’re right at parade level.  Then there are two or three balconies, also prime viewing areas.  We were in the upper stands, higher than the balconies, in the concrete bleachers.  And somehow, we ended up in row Z, all the way at the very top.

But, in some ways, this was the best viewing area because we were able to see the entire parade.  Some of the floats are several storeys high, like maybe 40 or 50 feet high – 13 to 17 meters tall.  So parts of some floats were nearly at eye level for us.  Also, we could look down at the hundreds and thousands of dancers in a school, and see everything – at ground level, you just can’t do that.

Anyway, on Monday evening we packed some water, food, and insect repellent, and headed off to collect our tickets and then boarded the bus.  I have no idea how many people went to this second night of samba parades, but there were multiple busloads from our ship.  And of course from the numerous other ships in port that day.  Plus umpteen people from all over this part of Brazil.

Traffic was pretty congested so the ride was slow, but we had a guide who told us all about the samba schools and the parades.  The Sambadromo holds something like 75,000 to 90,000 people (the number varies depending on who you talk to).  Each samba school has about 4,000 to 5,000 members participating in their parade.  And there are all kinds of requirements upon which they are judged, to see which samba school is the winner.

First, there are the floats – each school must have between five and nine floats in their parade.  Each float holds dancers, and needs to have moving parts.  (The floats have driving mechanisms, though the parade moves so slowly most have people who push them along the route.) 

Each samba school selects a theme, and all their floats, costumes, dancers, and music need to portray that theme.  Sometimes the portrayal is literal, other times it might be more esoteric.  But there needs to be a cohesive theme.

Each school has their own music – I’m not clear on whether someone in the school writes the music for the parade, or if someone else does, or if there’s Carnaval music and each samba school picks a song.  But they play the same song over and over and over for the duration of their performance, which is precisely one hour and fifteen minutes.

Most schools have a single person who oversees the parade from idea to reality – they come up with the theme, design the floats and costumes to visually portray that theme, find (or have written) appropriate music, teach the dances, all that.

Every school begins with fireworks, which signify the parade is ready to begin.  The entire school has exactly 75 minutes, one hour and fifteen minutes, to perform along the parade route.  This includes all of their dances, all of their floats, all of the 4,000 – 5,000 members, moving along singing and dancing their way down that kilometer-long runway.  With stops for special performances in front of the judges.

Schools can lose points for not beginning on time, taking too long, moving to slowly or quickly, not meeting various criteria.

We’re not sure what all the criteria are, we were only told about these specific items.

But it seemed each samba school also had certain elements that I think most likely are also part of their requirements:  a dancing couple at the beginning, with the woman carrying the flag of the samba school; one group of drummers, with a variety of drums; at least one woman soloist who always seemed to have wings; a group of women in ball gowns, twirling and dancing their way down the runway; and some sort of historic progression or reference as the school’s parade danced their way down the route.

The first samba school parade began right at 10 PM.  And yes, this is an all night event, with six schools at 1.25 hours each, and then a 20 minute or so interval between each parade.  Plus the clean up crew during each interval, performing almost a ballet of sweepers and street cleaning machines, they were so well coordinated.

We were there until sunrise.

But WOW!  We weren’t prepared for how elaborate and intricate each float would be, nor how many smaller groups there are within each samba school, nor how long it really takes to get 5,000 people to dance their way along a kilometer.  With, of course, the different dance routines for each component within the parade!

I have to explain something here – my photos only come from the first two and a half parades.  Because we were so high up, I set my camera to multi-photo, so I could focus and take a series of photos without re-focusing each time.  Just seemed as if I’d get more, and better, photos.

Except I take a lot of photos anyway, and then just pull out the best ones.

So by the middle of the third parade, I managed to fill up the camera card with 980 photos.  Yes, I know.  You wouldn’t think that would be possible.  I didn’t expect this to happen.  But, well, there you are.

I don’t have photos of the winning samba parade, which was my favorite one anyway.  I don’t have photos of the weirdly confusing parade, either.  Nor the young hunky men painted gold, wearing only golden masks and golden loin cloths.  Or the people wearing bird costumes and flying on swings over the runway.

Plus the parade is constantly in motion, so even with a fast shutter speed, there’s a certain amount of blur because the subjects are all dancing and twirling and moving down the parade route.

On the other hand, the photos give a sense of the splendor, drama, motion, and emotion of Carnaval in Rio.

But I’ll do a quick overview of the schools and highlights of what we saw, or at least what it seemed to be the theme.

First was UniĆ£o da Ilha, and their theme seemed to be something about African slaves first living freely in Africa, then being enslaved and brought across the ocean to the Americas.  Eventually they adapted to the new country, flourished, and found their freedom.  Plus contributed to the current culture of the new land (Brazil, we presume).  We were excited that they had what in the Virgin Islands are called moko jumbies, the stilt dancers!  Actually, stilt dancing comes from West Africa, part of the secret society dancers, so it made sense that there would be stilt dancers in a parade featuring the history of slaves in the New World. 

Second was SĆ£o Clemente – their theme had something to do with the sun, because they started with the French king Louis whichever, the one who called himself the Sun King.  There were all kinds of dancers dressed in glittering gold costumes, some looking like they were on stilts except we could see their feet – so I think the costumes had an inner armature that extended over the dancers’ heads, doubling their height.  They also had people dressed as garlands and topiaries, maybe showing how important sunlight is for plants and the entire world.  They also had giraffes, and weird pink birds – maybe part of the whole flora and fauna thing, I don’t know.  The giraffes and big pink birds were a little confusing, but added a whimsically amusing note to the parade.

The third school was Mocidade, and their theme was something about Middle Eastern or Arabian cultures.  Maybe the influences on Brazil, or the sub-culture, or maybe just the stories like Aladdin and One-Thousand-and-One Arabian Nights.  Dancers with scimitars, giant tents, a float that could be Moorish or even almost Taj Mahal – plus a flying magic carpet complete with a rider!  Okay, so it really was a flying drone looking like a magic carpet, with a three-dimensional cutout of a person on top.  But truly effective.  My favorite part, though, were the mechanical camels in sort of gold and copper, rolling along turning their long necks and heads to look right and left, with dancing camel drivers on their backs!  This is also the samba school with the nearly-naked golden men, so the women were kind of drooling over them – they really were gorgeous!

Unidos da Tijuca was the fourth school, and as far as we could figure out, their theme was sort of a tongue-in-cheek history of American music.  American as in USA, not North and South America.  They began with sort of an Art Deco railroad car, along with a couple of saxophonists, and moved on to the Civil War.  They progressed through Dixieland (with a riverboat float), the British invasion rockers, an Elvis marching troupe, rainbow-dressed hippie era, country music, and the Beach Boys (singing surfers, anyway).  One of the final floats was odd, though – decorated with skulls, which I think of as the grunge or punk rock era, but the “musicians” were costumed more like the hair bands of the 70s to 80s.

The fifth samba school parade was my favorite, Portela.  Turns out they also were the first place winners this year.  Their theme was from a line of poetry, something about “a river runs through my memory” or something like that.  We could tell it was definitely about water – and they had floats with real water flowing!  The first float had people dressed sort of like water foam, with big salmon on their backs.  They’d lie down on the steps of the float, covered with flowing water, and pull strings that made the salmon flip their tails back and forth in unison.  Then they’d climb down and dance, dripping water all over the road!  This parade also included boats, and water animals like crocodiles, who actually got down on their knees and crawled around and looked eerily like real crocs!  Plus a reference to the destructive power of rivers, with a float commemorating a dam that broke and the resulting floods and deaths that occurred here in Brazil.  The best float may have been the one with tiers of dancers costumed like parrots or macaws, the top level people lying on their stomachs on swings so they flew out over the road!!!!  They also had a float with multiple levels of canoe-rowing people, who would periodically fold back into the box and look like rows of waves.  This really was the most colorful and gorgeous and imaginative parade, and I’m really sorry I don’t have any photos of it!

Then last year’s winners, Mangueira, was the final parade.  This one was weird and confusing, and I had to talk to some other people from our ship to really understand what it was about, or at least have some idea.  The theme had to do with religion, because there were images of saints on the floats and banners.  There were people dancing with giant crosses.  There was even a float with a crucifixion scene on it.  And churches with signs saying “Salve” (I’m guessing salvation?) and other words in Portuguese.  My best guess was that it was a reminder that Carnaval ends with Lent, that this is a religious holiday, that people need to repent or something like that.  However, one of the people I spoke with later said their guide explained that the theme really was more about how the Portuguese forced Catholicism on the African slaves, and that it was about religious persecution, and some of the rebellions against this forced conversion that went on during Brazil’s history.  So while it was interesting, it was just kind of confusing.  And weird.  Not exactly the happy, uplifting, celebratory kind of parade, that was for sure. 

There were two busloads of those of us who made it to 6:00 AM or so.  We got back to the ship about 7:30 AM, just in time for breakfast.  And then a nap. 

So all in all, it was wild, loud, crowded part of the time, totally colorful and enthusiastic, and absolutely wonderful!  An explosion of color and sound and movement, with gorgeous bodies added in!  One of those once-in-a-lifetime and gotta-do-it kind of experiences.  SO glad we did this!

It was like a Hollywood spectacular musical extravaganza, complete with the Rockettes, Chippendale dancers, with a Latin beat and some South American history added in!!! 

Of course, there are tons of photos to enlarge, so here you go – it’s the best way to share the experience.






















































Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Rescued by Peter Pan


26-27-28 February 2017 - but posted on 8 March in Santarem, on the Amazon

We’re finally in Rio for three days, which is one of the major reasons we came on the cruise.  We’re set for the Sambadromo tonight (Monday), but we had our own (and more typical for us) kind of adventure on Sunday. 

Many of the streets in downtown Rio, or at least near the coastline, seem to be closed for the Carnaval parade.  
  
Yesterday, the floats were brought out for the initial judging, and they were driven along the coastal road and parked, waiting to be seen by the officials.  Given that so many roads are blocked until the end of Carnaval, we couldn’t get a taxi to go visit our friend who lives here in Rio.  The info guy recommended that we take the trolley outside, go to a specific station, and catch the metro (subway).  Sounded pretty easy, and we set off, friend’s address in hand.

The trolley was right out the port terminal gate, and we found which side we needed to get to our metro station.  Trolley train came, we got on, and it’s free for anyone over 65.  I tried to look a few years older.  We found the stop we needed, and got off.  Asked a nice woman dressed as Frida Kahlo for directions, and she showed us that the metro station was just a block up a cross street, plus pointed out where to get the tickets.

Again, the metro is free for seniors – but the guards wanted to see ID, so I couldn’t exactly fake that.  The guard tried explaining where to go buy my ticket, and then a young man who spoke better English came over and volunteered to help.  He was wearing a bright green peaked cap, and a matching bright green tunic with a zig-zagged hem – I recognized him immediately at Peter Pan.

Now, I probably should pause and explain that for Carnaval, people dress in all kinds of outfits.  Both men and women in tutus, the men often shirtless.  People in faux leopard-skin Tarzan or Flintstones wraps.  The occasional toga, complete with a golden laurel wreath on the head.  Wings wings everywhere, from feathery white angel wings to bright red feather devil wings to glittering butterfly and bumble bee and fairy wings.  Unicorn horn and ears and flowers headbands.  Angel halo headbands.  Kitty cat headbands.  The occasional Renaissance guard in velvet knickers and cape.  Young women as sexy pirates, sexy cops, sexy brides.  Young men dressed as young women.  Anything and everything. 

There were all kinds of costumes, the point seeming to be not much clothing and something funny or silly or seductive.  Or all three at once.

Carnival and Carnaval is like that.  Just massive craziness.

So Peter Pan seemed perfectly normal in this crowd.  We chatted as we inched along the line, and he helped me buy my ticket, then helped us find the platform we needed.  His real name was Rodrigo, but I’ll always remember him as Peter Pan.

So we made it out to the border where Copacabana meets Ipanema, the two most famous beaches divided by a hill.  With some help, we found our friend’s apartment, and had a nice day with her, catching up on the usual things with a friend you haven’t seen in years.

And then, as dusk began to fall, we headed out.  We knew our route, we knew where we needed to change trains, it all seemed as if it would be easy.

Uh, no.  Of course not.

Turned out that half of Rio was heading to a neighborhood parade.  Which, we didn’t realize, crossed the trolley route.  So we crammed onto the metro, along with hundreds of people in their costumes or ensembles, found the stop we needed, and found the trolley station.  And waited.  And waited.  People were standing in the intersection of the major road and the trolley tracks, and police motorbikes had to come through to clear the tracks for the trolley.  Going in the opposite direction of our route, of course.  

We waited some more.  People came, grandmas danced the samba to amuse their grandkids (and us!), it was a happy crowd.  Then we could hear the music getting louder and louder, and Richard talked to one of the station crew – yes, the parade was coming!  Big excitement!

But we were tired and hungry and wanted to get back to the ship, rather than stay to watch the parade.

So we walked a few blocks over, and managed to find a taxi.  Our driver was from Colombia originally, so he understood our Spanish, and it turned out his English was pretty good.  We ended up taking a circuitous route back to the port, though we weren’t that far away.  (But too far to walk the entire distance, especially not knowing where to go.)  

We ended up walking along the coast to get to the pier terminal – we had reached that point of seeing our destination but just sitting in traffic, so our nice driver stopped the meter and showed us where to go.

Finally made it back to our ship, and dinner, and multiple glasses of water.  Rio is HOT in the summer, and cold water is essential.

We’re taking today (Monday) pretty slow, so that we can stay up all night for the samba parade!

And of course I hope for lots of colorful photos, and another report in a day or so.

Map of the first half of the cruise, from Fort Lauderdale to Rio - 24 days.


Finally Ashore in Ilhabela

25 February 2017 - posted on 8 March 2017 in Santarem, along the Amazon

On Thursday, we stopped at Armacao dos Buzios, better known as just Buzios.  This is a lovely little resort town on a peninsula that juts out from the mainland, and is surrounded by golden beaches and turquoise water.

This location became famous after Brigitte Bardot “discovered” the town and the beaches in the 1960s, when she visited the area with her Brazilian boyfriend.

So the town has a Bardot movie theatre, a Bardot statue, and, well, other little reminders of this actress who made Buzios famous.

Richard went in on the tender, and explored a bit.  I was still feeling a bit blah, so I stayed onboard the ship.  Had a nice walk around, though, taking photos of the view from the various decks.  The water was gorgeous, and it really looked like a nice place.  But sick is sick, right? 

A few people came back to the ship reporting that they saw some sea turtles swimming around, too! 


Friday was a sea day, which means walking around the ship, catching up on photos, reading, all that.  Chatting with people we’ve met, maybe having afternoon tea with our new ship friends.  Mostly a relaxing kind of day, maybe some napping.
We also sailed past the entrance to Rio de Janeiro, with its signature coastline – Sugarloaf Mountain, or maybe the false Sugarloaf; the statue of Christ the Redeemer up on the mountain; the hills beyond the city; and more turquoise water.  The captain announced that we could see the views, and everyone rushed to the starboard side to see the view.  We also will see the view tomorrow morning when we sail into the harbor, although that may be a bit early – we dock by 8 AM, so the view begins about 5:30 AM.  Yeah, not my best time. 

Today, Saturday, our port visit was the town of Ilhabela, on SĆ£o SebastiĆ£o Island, part of a little archipelago about 125 miles northeast of Sao Paulo.  The name of the town, Ilhabela, means “beautiful island,” and it really was.  Lush and green, with cute little shops, small streets being decorated for Carnaval, and fabulous mosaics.  Really, I loved the mosaics that were all over the place – a little mosaic house on the dock, panels outside restaurants, signs, even an incredibly detailed map of the island and its features at the main intersection in town.
 
The town was getting all set for the big Carnaval parade that night.  All kinds of scaffolding was being set up along the streets, with spotlights to highlight the dancers, and speakers to blare out the music.  Plus viewing stands with tents that vaguely resembled the casbah, or something.  None of the streamers and pennants we saw in Recife, but it looks like a high tech parade route so everyone can party the night away!

We left by mid-afternoon, heading back for our couple of days in Rio.  Some people will be leaving the cruise, since this is our mid point.  Hard to believe we’ve been cruising for 24 days already!  So some of our passengers signed up for the 24-day cruise, and will disembark and head off to other things tomorrow.  The rest of us will stay aboard for the upcoming Amazon cruise.  And there probably will be other people who join us tomorrow for our next 24 days.

We’ve planned to meet up with a friend from St. Thomas who now lives in Rio, and also to see the big samba parade.  The Carnaval events are mostly at night – even all night! – so we’re looking forward to what probably is the biggest Carnaval in the world!  We already have tickets for the Sambadromo, which is basically the stands set up for the all-night parade of samba troupes.

The samba is to Brazil what tango is to Argentina – the national dance and music that is the heartbeat of the nation, with its roots in the African slaves who were brought here, and the music then changed and adapted and enhanced by each wave of subsequent immigrants and cultures that continued to change the country that became their new home.  The music has a pulsing and insistent drum beat with rapid footwork, swaying hips, and swinging arms.  Well, at least the women swing and sway.  The men do more of a muscular brandishing of muscles while following the same fancy foot moves.  I had fun at samba class I attended, and I can sort of fake a little of the dance now. 

So yes, we’ll watch the parade and dance and sway and celebrate life along with millions of tourists and Brazilians!

Not sure what kind of wifi we’ll find in Rio, nor how much time we might have for blogging.  Plus I imagine I’ll have a thousand or so photos to sort through.
 
So if you don’t hear from us for a few days again, not to worry.  We’re either out partying, or recuperating from enjoying Carnaval!