05-11-2019, 01:28 AM
Most often settled for Spring Break. Some often contended to the Mardi Gras and even Saint Patrick's Day, but if they could, some might say none of it came close to the Carnevales some of the Romantic Countries often threw, Brasil in particular. That was where a hefty size of tourists found themselves at now, riding in the backside of a truck as they took a trip down Rio de Janeiro itself with a young tour guide taking them to almost every important location. For Jaxon, the brown skilled male saw value in numerous aspects of the journey.
What was the story often told of such an exotic location? A great tourist spot because of the sights, especially with the large statue of Christ Himself, no? If that were really the case, why were the hotels often vacant, empty enough that if a maid were to die there, she would never be found until years later? It was not his job to make the place look bad as every Country had a fault. He was just finding the beauty and scars with each photo he took for any who would buy them to paint their own story. Instead, asides from that job, he was there to enjoy his time as he had done every time he came there, much like he did in Australia and even just his home nation in the United States. Bonus points if he spoke the Brasilian Portuguese too. It made him appear less of a grinjo, which even brought delight to Henrique, the guide.
For Henrique, he loved sharing of his country's history, but only if the tourists were inclined to listen and not be stupid to still take trails that were forbidden this season or just not listen at all. He had to snap his fingers several times to get some of them to listen, but finally they were there at their lofty hotel, which meant their tour had come to an end.
"Last piece of advice," Henrique let out with a thick accent. "Some of the locals can get unruly at night, especially tonight. We ask that you all stay in the hotel at night and if you can't help it, stay with a large group at least."
A lot of them portrayed privilege in some of their eyes, which meant easy pickings.
What was the story often told of such an exotic location? A great tourist spot because of the sights, especially with the large statue of Christ Himself, no? If that were really the case, why were the hotels often vacant, empty enough that if a maid were to die there, she would never be found until years later? It was not his job to make the place look bad as every Country had a fault. He was just finding the beauty and scars with each photo he took for any who would buy them to paint their own story. Instead, asides from that job, he was there to enjoy his time as he had done every time he came there, much like he did in Australia and even just his home nation in the United States. Bonus points if he spoke the Brasilian Portuguese too. It made him appear less of a grinjo, which even brought delight to Henrique, the guide.
For Henrique, he loved sharing of his country's history, but only if the tourists were inclined to listen and not be stupid to still take trails that were forbidden this season or just not listen at all. He had to snap his fingers several times to get some of them to listen, but finally they were there at their lofty hotel, which meant their tour had come to an end.
"Last piece of advice," Henrique let out with a thick accent. "Some of the locals can get unruly at night, especially tonight. We ask that you all stay in the hotel at night and if you can't help it, stay with a large group at least."
A lot of them portrayed privilege in some of their eyes, which meant easy pickings.