
Down South
By mimiDown south

On the street where I live
By mimiIf you have ever wondered where all the 'Rag 'n' Bone' men went, well they packed up all their things and moved to Brazil.
Brazilians have street vending down to a fine art. Whether it's street fairs and markets or cars, carts and bikes driving down residential streets hocking their wares. Even on the beach it is possible to buy practically everything but the kitchen sink, but I will do a separate blog on that when I am there as it is quite a sight to behold and there are many characters to be captured on film.
Over the few months that I've been here I've slowly been compiling a list of my favourites, much to the surprise/shock/shame/horror/amusement of my husband and his family. Naturally they think I am totally mad whenever I hear the familiar cries of whichever street seller happens to be driving by but I have to rush out and click away with my camera.
My street and many streets in Brazil resemble a latin-american version of the wonderful scene from Oliver's Who will buy?, when all the vendors gather in the square selling milk, roses, strawberries etc.
Get your brooms...
Orange, juicy oranges...
And my absolute favourite - the saucepan car...
Yes, you did read right, I did say Saucepan car, which I have literally translated from the Portuguese - O Carro da Panela. This is a car that comes round about once a fortnight to mend saucepans. I don't expect you to understand but over here pots and pans are really expensive and so people tend to keep them forever - about 20-25 years. Over this time period they get battered up and dented and this is where the Saucepan Car comes in handy. This handyman will come round and bash your cookware back into shape and offer a six month guarantee.
For those who share my fascination I have also captured this wonderful advert on film. Don't judge him by the state of his car though!
Braziliant
By mimiI'm an alien
Since moving here in December 2008, I have been on the long road to gaining permanent residence here, i.e. a legal alien. I made my first visit to the 'Policia Federal' in Maringa, in April of last year and was told to await a home visit, which sounded to me like they were going to approve where I lived and deem it suitable 'alien accommodation'.A couple of weeks ago after returning to Brazil from my honeymoon, I finally had a visit from the PF representative. Of course she came on the day when I was still in my PJs, with honking morning breath, gossiping with my mother-in-law, yes she is that nice.
I had slept in, left my bed unmaid. It's always good to make a great first impression when your future is at stake. Or maybe it's better that it was messy, more realistic, who knows.
Simone, a tall blonde, came through the door and introduced herself. "Hi", I said hoping that my Portuguese would see me through all the answers I was about to give. She asked me all these questions about how I'd met my husband Paulo, and it began to feel like a scene from Green Card, remember that awful 90s movie with Andie McDowell and Gerard Depardieu?
Soon enough I had turned it into a scene from MTV's Cribs when she asked to see our bedroom. I apologised for the unmade bed. "Don't worry, it's the fifth one I've seen today", she said slightly miffed.
Unfazed I proceeded to show her through my entire wardrobe, explaining how I categorised our clothes, which were my favourites and which ones I couldn't wear here as I thought they were too chic. I realised almost immediately that my capsule collection of Issa, McQueen, Basso & Brooke and Vivienne were hardly going to see the light of day in this small town, where popular brands are Guess and Tommy Hilfiger, but at least I could look after them!
Aside from giving a lesson in British fashion I managed to learn a bit about the other foreigners living in Maringa. Apparently we are some 3,000 strong and consist mainly of students who attend the University of Maringa, where my brother-in-law works as a physical education teacher. Also working there is an Englishman called Peter who has lived here for about 20 years and is married to a Brazilian woman. I know that there are several other English and some American citizens living here, but as yet I have yet to meet any of them.
All in all it was an interview that I will never forget. I now have to wait up to six months to know whether my apllication has been successful.
Fingers crossed.



