A Christmas Tale
Vitoria de Santo Antao Travel Blog› entry 14 of 34 › view all entries
After arriving from Fernando Do Noronha at Recife`s airport, I headed for the busterminal. There I was taking a shower and BAAAAM, that`s when it happened: 2 guys stole my money-belt, which I had putted under the rest of my gear. Of course, I just had withdrawn cash! I lost a lot of money and on top my credit cards. Nevertheless, i still have my passport and all the rest. So some phone calls to VISA should solve the situation. On top, as I am heading for Salvador, where I can meet my friend Katrien Leyssens, I felt pretty saved to travel on.
In the mean time, I Brazilian guy, called Beto started talking to me and he offered his help. As I realized that he had had a lot of opportunities already to get away, I had the impression that he was bonafide.
During the night we crossed the little town on motorcycles - with my backpack on my back. We arrived at his place and introduced me to his parents, brothers and sisters. I got food, a good bed, internet connection to take care of the blocking of my credit cards, everything. Later on that evening we went to the town-center again, where a parade was going on.
The next day Beto invited me to go and have a look at the situation on the country-side, outside of Vitoria. He and some other local politicians had forced the responsible governements through hunger-strikes to build an asfalt road to the village of Pirituba to get it out of it`s isolation.
In this way I would like to thank Beto and his family to take care of me while I was in trouble. The hospitality I experienced there was unseen. Incredible. I will for sure think of this situation whenever I meet a stranger in Belgium, who runs into trouble. You, dear reader should be doing the same. It gives such a warm feeling! As I said, ever since Olinda, my trip hasn`t been the same anymore. Brazil stole my money... and my heart.
Thanks Jesus-Beto-Maria. Good luck with the elections!!!