08 Nov BARRA VELHA – 07 NOVEMBER 2017 – TRAVEL DIARY

Last night, in the police’s parking lot, on the BR highway at 56th km, while we were watching a movie and outside was pouring rain, we are interrupted by the policeman that pulled us over for being so incautious traveling in a classic with no seatbelts for the passengers in the back.

This is how it was back in the ‘70s. Our combi’s performance is envied only by snails, our maximum speed being 60 kmh downwards and 10 kmh uphill.

Anyways, we will leave the discussion on our incautiousness because now we have some heavy knockings on our combi house’s door and open to a very angry policeman  that yells that we are inhuman because we keep the dog out in the rain. He yells at us to take the dog in!

Kids are a little scared, Ana asks Lavinia if he is drunk while I was standing in the rain looking at him…

And ask calm why he is nervous and why he is screaming!

Had he given me the chance, I would have gladly explained that we were not being inhuman on the dog, on the contrary, we are letting him do as he pleases. He likes it outside, he likes water, rain, getting dirty. In Sweden, for example, when the snow was higher than him, he preferred to stay outside rather than sleep in the coziness of the villa.

He doesn’t like being in the car, he suffocates, he breathes heavily. We would have taken him inside otherwise.

He didn’t understand so in order to cut the story short, which is stupid anyway, we said we will take him in.

The idiot (excuse me!) comes with the idea of putting the dog in a prison room because there it doesn’t rain. The room is wetter than rain itself, Oscar starts to bark impatiently and become very agitated so I say: Sir, it’s better in the car!

So we left our movie and reorganized to have Oscar in.

Lavinia calmed the kids telling them that not all policemen are the same, maybe this one was in trouble and troubled people often act this way and also that shouting is not a solution for communicating.

In the end authority was happy, we were happy so we went to bed.

As I wake up this morning Lavinia tells me that we are out of coffee. I saw red! This idiot was keeping us here, it’s been one day and I feel like I’m a character in a bad movie.

I go at the desk again, this time there are different policemen. They know about our situation, I start my pledge again. They seem to understand. I tell them that I am tourist, in transit, the car is from Peru, we are Romanians, we stop for 3 days to have seatbelts montaged? Like this, blocked, forced?

Give us a fine, a notice, something, don’t keep us here stuck, with pets, kids, we are out of supplies, of food, there are no stores around… Why must the decision be so extreme?

They talk and turn to me saying: “You are right!”

“Say what!?”

Take this fine that our colleague wrote last night, we can’t cancel it, but you can litigate it. Take your papers and ve con Dios! 🙂

This is very intriguing. You see, the law – it gets differently interpreted by different people.

I joked with them telling them of the Romanian saying that we wanted to go through Brazil like the goose through water, taking and leaving only memories!

They didn’t understand but at least they let us go. It was strange that I was still in the mood for joking after 24h of forced parking.

On the road again, after 20 km we stop again. This time at our own will, for a coffee.

Colonial, this time. Colonial coffee is a filter coffee, served in a… colonial place. The colonial place is like a cantina / restaurant, in Brazil it’s called Lanchonete, selling products from the… colonies. That means everything, horseradish cans, all sorts of salami, smoked ham, too much to put down in this post, a true grandma’s pantry.

So we bought supplies because we are approaching the beach and not planning in leaving it soon! 🙂

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Azi noapte, in parcarea politiei de pe autostrada BR 376 de la km 56, in timp ce ne uitam la un film si afara ploua mocaneste, ne trezim ca domnul militian ce ne luase actele si ne oprise pentru inconstienta de a calatori cu o masina clasica, fara centuri de siguranta pentru pasagerii din spate.

Asa era pe timpul ala adica in anii ’70. Ce-i drept, performantele combi-ului nostru sunt de invidiant numai de catre melci, adica viteza maxima este de 60km/ h  la vale si 10 km/ h la deal.

In fine, lasam discutia despre inconstienta noastra ca ne trezim in alta parere a domnului militian, foarte agresiv exprimata ca suntem inumani ca tinem cainele in ploaie.

Ne ordona efectiv sa bagam cainele in masina urland din toti rarunchii!

Copiii se sperie, Ana  o intreaba pe Lavinia daca domnul  este beat iar eu  cum stau asa in ploaie si  ma uit la el…

Il intreb calm de ce tipa si de ce este nervos!

Daca mi-ar fi dat timp, as fi fost bucuros sa-i explic, ca si acum de altfel, ca noi nu chinuim cainele ba dimpotriva, facem ce-i place. Ii place afara, ii place apa, ploaia,  ii place maxim sa se murdareasca! In Suedia de exemplu, cand nametii erau cat casa, prefera sa doarma afara in zapada decat in caldura cabanei in care eram cazati.

Nu vrea in masina, se sufoca, respira greu. L-am fi luat cu drag cu noi inauntru.

Nu a inteles asa ca sa nu mai continuam povestea mai departe, care e imbecila oricum, am zis ca bagam cainele in masina.

Idiotul, ma scuzati dar din dragoste il administrez verbal si colorat pe nenea militian, vine cu ideea sa-l bagam la carcera, ca acolo nu ploua!

Carcera e mai umeda decat ploaia insasi, Oscar incepe sa latre nervos, se zbate ca pestele pe uscat asa ca zic eu: D-le militian, mai bine in masina!

Asa ca am lasat filmul la o parte, reorganizandu-ne sa-l bagam si pe Oscar inauntru. Lavinia i-a linistit pe copii zicandu-le ca nu toti politistii sunt la fel, ca probabil acesta avea necazuri, ca oamenii tulburati se comporta adesea in acest fel si ca sa tipi nu este o solutie in comunicare.

Una peste alta, autoritatea a fost fericita, noi….la fel…. asa ca ne-am culcat!

Astazi, cum ma trezesc, Lavinia ma anunta ca nu avem cafea! Parca am vazut rosu.

Ma tine idiotul asta aici, a trecut o zi si parca sunt intr-un film prost.

Ma duc din nou la ghiseu, de data asta altii, se schimbase tura. In tema oarecum, incep sa le explic din nou. Astia parca dau sa inteleaga. Continui spunandu-le ca totusi sunt turist, tranzitez, masina e de Peru noi suntem romani, acum ne oprim 3 zile din drum sa ne punem centuri? In felul asta, blocati, obligati?

Da-mi o amenda, da-mi o instiintare, ceva, nu ma mai tine aici ca sunt cu copiii si animale in grija, in plus ni s-au terminat proviziile, nu  mai am mancare, magazine in preajma …nu! De ce trebuie sa fie decizia atat de extrema!?

Se sfatuiesc baietii si zic : “Ai dreptate!” Ce?!?

Uite, ai o amenda pe care colegul de aseara a facut-o, noi nu o putem anula dar tu esti liber sa o contesti. Ia-ti actele si du-te cu Dumnezeu! 🙂

Foarte tare! Care cum e treaba cu legea, pana la urma tot omul o interpreteaza.

Le-am zis in gluma vorba romaneasca ca vrem sa trecem prin Brazilia ca gasca prin apa, sa luam si sa lasam numai amintiri!

N-au inteles, dar macar ne-au lasat sa plecam! Acum am si chef de glume dupa 24 de ore de parcare fortata! 🙂

Purcesi la drum, normal, dupa numai 20 de km oprim. De data asta de buna voie si nesiliti de nimeni, pentru o cafea. Coloniala de data asta.

Cafeaua coloniala, este o cafea la filtru, facuta si servita intr-un local…. colonial. Localul colonial este un local gen cantina/ restaurant care in Brazilia se numeste “Lanchonete” cu magazin de desfacere al produselor…. coloniilor! Cu de toateeee… conserve de hrean, diferite tipuri de salam, muschi afumat, prea multe de enumerat, o adevarata camara a bunicii, ce sa va mai spun.

Asa ca ne-am aprovizionat, bine, pentru ca ne apropiem de plaja si nu mai plecam de pe ea! 🙂