Taking the buggies through town
This is how the Lonely Planet travel guide describes Buzios: “…a summer playground for the blessed and the beautiful…where caramel-hued hard-bodies beach-hop via water taxis from one sugary stretch of sand to another…”. We all got a good giggle out of this, until the smiles were wiped off our faces and replaced by our jaws dropping to the sugary sand. Before today, we thought we had seen our share of tanned skin. We thought we knew what Brazilian beach culture was all about.
To be completely honest, it happened three days ago, with the official beginning of Brazil high season on December 27th. Overnight, the blessed and beautiful caramel-hued hard-bodies descended on Buzios by the thousands. The beach went from calm and relaxing to a 24-hour bass-pumping club party, where clothing is optional… scratch that… clothing is prohibited. In fact, if you put all the clothing of all the people in Buzios in one pile, it probably wouldn’t even be a full load of laundry. On the other hand, if you put all the gold chains with giant crosses in a pile, it just might eclipse Mount Kilimanjaro. No joke. Throw on cell phones, flip flops and aviator sunglasses and it would rival Mount Everest.
And then there’s us. My family is still here, and they are having a hard time blending in. Maybe it is their vanilla-hued pasty winter soft-bodies. Or by this point, their sunburnt cherry-hued soft-bodies. Even my bronzed skin is several shades lighter than the lightest Brazilian. But somehow, somewhere between all the man-speedos and dental-floss thongs, we are managing to have a rip-roaring fun, wholesome family vacation. Surfing, swimming, lazing on the beach, tearing around town in crappy buggies, and shopping. The perfect Christmas vacation!
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Hanging out with Brigitte Bardot... she gets her own statue because she made Buzios famous
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Don't we look cool?!!
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