I was in Brazil a couple of weeks ago and it wasn’t for the Olympic Games because doing nothing is not an Olympic event. Yet. I would qualify on the first try. Probably end up with silver.
My colleague and I were attempting to return to the airport after the shortest time any two persons have ever spend in Sao Paulo. The distance was a mere 25 km. It took us about 1 hour and 47 minutes to cover half of it. Then I stopped counting. And it wasn’t just because of the traffic.
P wasn’t very talkative after the first half hour. It’s nothing strange because men don’t speak as much as some other lovely creatures on the planet. We actually appreciate moments of silence and they never become uncomfortable. But this time he was kind of uncomfortable. (Let’s call “he” P, shall we?) I couldn’t really figure out why, until he asked the taxi driver to find a service station so he could relief himself. It suddenly became very clear. We’ve all been there, having an urgent, unplanned need to pee. Continue reading