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dance, dance, dance

Tomorrow we move into a nice, albeit small, apartment in the historical center of Bogota, La Candelaria officially ending the last 6 weeks of living on the road in hostels and homes of new friends. But before the next chapter of life in a foreign country begins, lets go back a few weeks to the point where I ended off last...

I have just embarked upon the longest bus ride of my life, 36 hours, but first let me tell you about the last 72 hours as these next ones will provide little entertainment.

Four hours ago I woke before my alarm, a rare occasion. Ironicly, I set two not expecting to wake up. Three hours before I crashed my bed, just as the sun was rising. I half expected to be in the back of a cop car 2 hours before that, thanks to a random DUI check point and a not entirely sober driver. Some random dude in the car behind us ended up driving our vehicle the rest of the way home, still curious about that. I took the opportunity to sleep off the fun...

Speaking of dancing, in the past 3 days I have jammed and/or danced on 3 separate occasions. All involved an incredible live rock band with excellent electronic music in between sets. Somehow Brasil has managed to find a way to combine two of my favorite genres of tunes and then turn it live. I love it. Simply amazing. And the crowd on the floor never dwindles despite the change in pace, type of music, etc.

Before the policia intervention was one of these rare dancing moments in my life. With a little help of the bottle, everyone was going crazy, girls especially to the sounds of Victor and Leo performing at Chevrolet Hall. It was not perfect, I did have an amazing fall, which I blamed on the slippery floors, but got up and kept dancing, all the way into the parking lot after the show were we continued the festivities for a short while with the hatchbacks open the iPods blasting.

The real party however started 3 hours prior, while we rocked out in the streets of Recife with a beer vendor who is the best street bartender I've met yet (and better than a few real bartenders I know). When the rain started to poor, no problem, we just crammed inside his circa 1980s VW station wagon jallopy and kept the beers flowing from the cooler in the trunk. Myself taking the drivers seat and all continuing to jam, beers in hand, to the shit sounding radio. It was one of those experiences where I remembered this is what I live for, this is why I travel.

Another few hours before, beers and dominos started my day (or technically afternoon). Never a big player, I and a new friend, soon to be DUI culprit, cleaned house. But, it was the night before where a live band rocked the house with covers of Elvis, The Beatles, 80s and 90s rock, even a little country. And as mentioned, a nice helping of DJ Tiesto, Oakenfold and more were spun during the set lists. Amazing.

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Recife knows how to party, there is no doubt. These are just a few of the details, stories from the first club the first night of my arrival, are nearly missing from my memory already, but quite similar to those above. Boys I will return one day to spend a little Carnaval time in the city, thanks for the couch (actually entire bedroom) to crash on, and good luck staying out of trouble!

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