I made it to Brazil. It was nearly a 24 hour trip from Fargo, N.D., to Sao Paulo.
The city is a hot noisy, place and a little bit of a culture shock for me. I'm comfortable with the wide open places of the Cornbelt and small, clean Midwestern towns. In this part of Sao Paulo there is graffiti everywhere. Houses, hotels and offices are surrounded with iron fences and walls. Some of the fences and walls are topped razor wire. There are homeless people sleeping in doorways, in parks and on boulevards. Some lie on the concrete or in the dirt. Others sit on beds of cardboard.
We toured the “Beverly Hills” of Sao Paulo, too. We saw $30-million homes and handsome churches. The main boulevard leading to the neighborhood was lined with Mercedes Benz, Audi and Jaguar dealerships.
We saw two traffic accidents while on the tour bus yesterday. Paramedics were placing a motorcyclist on a stretcher as we passed by one of them. Our guide told us that a motorcyclist dies in the city everyday.
Today, after visiting the Sao Paulo’s “Chicago Board of Trade” we head out to the country. I am anxious to go.