21 June, 2009

I don't believe...

I don't believe in God. I have no theory how he came to be, how he could continue to exists, and how he could have done all that is described in the Bible.

Having just stumbled upon an Atheist site, and read their forum, I start to wonder about my own beliefs. And frankly I come more or less up with the same answer as "last time": I don't believe. It's not merely a "I don't believe in God". It's more substantial... "I don't believe". But "God" knows, I love to joke about it.

Then when I was in Brazil I was asked the question: "Do you believe in Evolution?" A question that set me a little back, because I hadn't really thought about the Theory of Evolution to something I could either believe in, or not. This had to be taken to a considerable thought. (No discussion sorry, I don't think I have time for that.)

This year Darwin would have celebrated his 200th birthday had he still lived. And there have been celebrations all around the world. Surely enough, not everybody celebrated, but I'm time and again surprised about how many people around the world feel "offended" by the theory. In USA, some quite extreme non-Evolutionists have opened a "Creationists Museum", which show the various species around, and the wonders of the natural world with references to the Bible. Surely that has to be evidence enough that the Bible is correct? Literally? Wow...

Then you'd be amazed when I state that "I don't believe in the Theory of Evolution"... No seriously. I don't believe. I trust it. The resulting difference is diminutive, but quite essential. Remember, I'm a scientist.

The whole episode started with me seeing a link for a "funny comic" on another forum. Not so much because of it's "Atheist" view's but more of a rather funny side reference. Read the comic yourselves, but if you're not a local you might not get why it was so funny. Obviously my response to the last remark would be: Oh yeah, so do I. Otherwise, what language would they speak at the "HELL GODS EXPEDITION" instead? Swedish?

In my bewilderedness in Brazil I happen to answer "Yes". Even if it would be slightly wrong. And the difference? I don't feel offended by people debunking the theory of evolution. I would most likely just feel slightly annoyed for them to waste my time like that (unless they have some new arguments to the discussion, or know how to make a good discussion), and then it gets more or less impossible for me to take those persons serious.

07 April, 2009

Brazil - Minas Gerais

OK, day to day blogging died when I got here. And it's also very difficult to blog when traveling around without connection to the Internet, or just running from one to other stuff while in constant heat shock... But, just day to day life in Guarapari might not be that interesting, so we took ourselves a trip. And this time we went over to Minas Gerais. Minas Gerais lies just inland from Espirito Santo, and is one of the old colonial states in Brazil. We visited two of the old colonial towns, Ouro Preto, and Diamantina. Ouro Preto means "Black Gold", so you can guess what they mined there. Five of us went on the trip. Lis, Aun, Glaucia, Johan and me.

Gold from black stones...

Ouro Preto
Ouro preto was an old town, founded in the late 17th century after the Portuguese had found gold there. And quickly the town grew quite large, and in 1822 the capital of Minas Gerais moved from Mariana, a small town just east of it, to Ouro Preto. But was lost again in 1897 to a new planned capital they had called Belo Horizonte.

Ouro preto is full of old colonial style buildings, and at the same time it camps it self to the sides of the quite steep valley it's located in. The base height of the city is 1100 meters, and the climatic difference from the lowland by the coast is imminent. Cooler nights, more stable weather, and dryer air. I really liked that part. And with lots of historical museums, sightseeings, churches and colonial style streets, a really lovely town.As Ouro Preto was built on mining for gold, it was natural that when that industry started to fade it turned itself on other precious or just lovely stones, masonry and stone crafting. This image was from a jewelery store that had specialized on local mined stones, including giant quartz crystals, aquamarine, and a special local form of topaz called "Imperial Topaz". So far only found in Ouro Preto.

By the way, when we got up to this height, Johan started to get quite bad with his asthma. And at this point, about 7 hours drive from home, where the inhaler was forgotten... So the lesson was learned for now. At least we found a nice town, which suited some of the accompanied tourists. Other attractions was a historical photography place. We were dressed up in suit and 19th century dresses, and should have been taken photograph by an old camera, but hey, modern technology makes it a little easier...
And the city was full of holes like this. Old mines no longer in use. This particular mine was located in the middle of the city and dug itself straight into the mountain under "downtown" Ouro Preto. Loads of ther holes were seen, and from the guide we were told some of the numbers from the mines. Each mine could employ up to 1000 people, most of them slaves. And working there constantly for a few years, they would mine out and extract about 6-800 kg of pure gold. And at the same time bore out several kilometres of tunnels.
The old centre of Ouro Preto, with the gubernatorial palace (the tower to the left), the old Church to the right of it, and the large building in the foreground to the left is the back side of of of the building of the University of Mining in Ouro Preto. One of the larger universities in Brazil with over 8000 students. Which is quite large for a city of 56,000 inhabitants.

One of the night there the girls (Lis and Glaucia) insisted that I'd try a Caipirinha, which was full of lime (note on ). No way I said, but then it was swapped with a quite large shot of Cachasa, so well, then I didn't have much choice. Cachasa is a liqour of burned sugarcane, and tastes like s**t! Well, not much worse than ordinary Tequila, but I don't like that either...

Gruto do Maquiné

From Ouro Preto we drove north to a tiny town called Cordisburgo, simply because of a grotto. Gruto do Maquiné is a limestone cavern just a few minutes drive outside of Cordisburgo. But beware, cause the signs can be "missing" once in a while. And bring a map along. We drove at least 20 minutes in the wrong direction before the warning lamps were blinking red... This must be the wrong way. We should have passed the cavern more than 5 minutes ago!

At least someone we met on the way know where to drive, so we got there in time. Although about an hour later than planned. Well, it was worth it.
It's not much more to say about the cavern. So I'll just show a few more pictures...
Johan in the cave.
Me, Aun and Johan has just gotten out of the dungeon.
Glaucia and Lis back out.

Diamantina

After the Grotto we head north (not along the "wrong way to the Gruto" road, but following the main roads), toward one of the richest colonial towns in Minas Gerais, Diamantina. And now we head even higher up. Into cooler and drier climate, and open mountain plains and valleys. Just the landscape up there was beautiful, no need for an old and now preserved colonial town to top it up...It took us only about four to five hours do drive from Cordisburgo to Diamantina (but Aun of cource discovered later we could have saved about half an hour by continuing on the "wrong way to the Grotto road", a fact which he could not redeem himself for). Sadly, the visit was cut short as now the asthma of Johan grew even worse, and he had really problems breathing, and could no longer take proper food. So we had to drive back south the next morning. We only got to take a short trip into the old city centre, and I got a few pictures.
The church on Praca Constelheiro da Mata.
The pousada we stayed on, just two minutes from the old town squares and churches. A really lovely place, and not that expensive either. Good rooms, good service, and nice people.A street close to Praca Constelheiro da Mata.

Belo Horizonte

We drove then south from Diamantina to Belo Horizonte where we spent the night with Glaucia's sister, financé and their daughter. But once again, we spent wery little time there, and the little sightseeing we could make was from a car and with sparingly lights. Shortly the next day we drove onward to get back home. In the end, the trip was cur short by illness, mainly Johan's. Next time he should be a little older, and all necessary medicines must be brought along.

24 March, 2009

Brazil day 3-6 - Rio to Guarapari

No, I didn't use four days to get from Rio de Janeiro to Guarapari. But I have used some time to "recover" myself. The sun burn I started to get the first two days in Rio only got worse on the second day. And my bad knee got even worse. So now was the time to calm down, and get my feet back on the ground. I decided to go to Guarapari where my brother lives to recover, and get time to decide what's next.

Day 3 (Friday)

The third day started with getting to the Rodiovaria to get tickets to Guarapari. I took taxi there (no problem), found the ticket stand (no problem), bough tickets to Guarapari (no problem, but they were for the red-eye bus). Ok, I had almost a whole day ahead of me in Rio before the bus left. So I locked my luggage in a locker service, and headed back to Copacabana with taxy (did not go that well). Short story long, I was given fixed price from the bus station to the beach, but forgot to demand advance payment. And of course, he didn't speek any words of english, german or norwegian for that sake. And demanded a "somewhat" steeper price than previously agreed.

That was the first time anybody even tried to bust of my money in Rio. And the two previous days had gone without any incidents... And it was not over yet. Luckily that was "only" result in ruining my (previously nice) leather shoes. The recipe? First get some muck (hopefully stinking), and get that onto the shoes of some unsuspecting tourist. Then suddenly appear as the saviour shoe-shiner. The tourist has little choice, as he now has shoes covered in muck. Next time I'll decline and wash off myself at the nearest public toilet, he certainly didn't deserve anything in return for first defiling my shoes, then "polishing" them with who knows what.

Ok, finally I got rid of the "shoe-shiner", then a few minutes later, a new shoe-shiner comes and "sees my ruined shoes", I have learned, and he didn't get to give a new trie on my shoes. Only two different shoe-shiners later did they seem to give me up. Except for the walk-agound band that played bad music, and wanted atleast R$10 to go away... After the two previous rounds with crooks, I was in a bad mood, at least not in the mood to pay anyone anything.

Later I walked to the end of Copacabana in search for a shopping centre that was marked on my map, but (strangely enough) could not find the entrance. But I found the entrance to an old fort turned museum. I walked a little bit around until my knee gave up, and sat down on a café with some imported beer and dinner, and waited the last hours with a book. Too bad I didn't heed that fact that the clouds parted at that moment, and burnt my skin even further.

Now my head was red as a tomato, my arms still as white as snow, and I was sitting on an air conditioned bus so cold I almost felt like I froze to death. I was only wearing a pair of pants, a t-shirt and using my jacket as a blanket. And almost cached a cold on the way. But I got whole to Guarapari, and slept out a few hours at my brothers house before the next day started.

Day 4 (Saturday)

Finally in place in Guarapari I met Johan for the first time, met Lis again, and got introduced to Glaucia, who is (or is going to be) the godmother of Johan. And here things have a slight different pace than I'm used to. First mission: Get Stein some "Brazilian Clothes". Out to a close by shopping centre, where I was lest with the two women who neither spoke any of the languages I know, to find and select clothes for me. New singlets, t-shirts, and shorts, mostly thin and water proof.

Next mission, get some real brazilian food. This time moqueca, which was a stew of fish, tomato, onion and herbs, served with rice, and a sweet sause, and optional chilli oil. Good stuff, despite that it was served with the fish bones.

Last mission, have a bath. First try of the back yard pool, and in addition another friend of the family Ju(liana) came by. I guess I spent about three hours in the pool before reclining for the day.


And reclining on a Saturday means in this place, taking a few drinks (more like a few beers each), then take a cab to a "nearby" nightclub. Even if the one we first was heading for was closed, we just seeked out the next. Late meal: Tons of Urimake and some peaces of Nigiri Sushi. And loads of beer. No I can't say I was sober when we left the place for afterparty on the other side of town.
Day 5 (Sunday)

If the previous days had been full of events, this day was not so much. Most of the day was spent in the pool. And Ju and a friend of Glaucia named Renato came by. I must say having a back yard pool is real luxury.

Day 6 (Monday)

The weekend is over, and now it's time to start doing things again. Part one: Rent a car. Part two: Do various errands that needs to be done. Part three: Go sightseeing.

I got the message: "Ey Steõ, Foto". And with my camera, we went to a beautiful beath west of Guarapari (and some other small places), called Praya
Castilanho, and took a lot of pictures... I let them speak for themselves.

Glaucia and a statue...

Something interesting?

The Old Man on the Beach...

Look whose Hiding?

Lis and Beach Flora.

20 March, 2009

Brazil day 2 - Rio de Janeiro

I have discovered the ultimate problem. I seem to have no problem getting around Rio by now. The Metro system works excellent, and there are buses and taxis everywhere and bound for anywhere. But when it comes to getting information that is not about something imminent. Like "How do I get on a bus toward Guarapari on Monday" I have found out there is NO information available on the net in English, and the Portuguese information is also really bad. And now after searching for almost two hours, I have found one company that could sell me tickets from Rio to Belo Horizonte, but I need a brazilian ID number to do so...

Add this frustration to the fact that I look like an almost reap plum right now. Red over the top, but not further down. The day started with me looking out the window, feeling the air. It was cooler (by about 2 degrees), and dryer (at 78% humidity instead of 97%), and almost clear blue skies. So I packed my sunscreen and my good camera, and went off for Sugarloaf mountain. I wanted to get a view.

But as things always can go wrong, I forgot to a: Apply sunscreen before I go out, b: Apply sunscreen regularly, and c: Apply over all visible skin... My hands are fine, my chins and neck is fine, but my scalp and a small triangle where the "open button of the shirt" is, are red as a tomato. And iches like hell. So I guess it will be hell if I try to wear a hat tomorrow (iching sore skin under a hat), and of I try not too (twice sun burned skin). But I'd like to get out again before it gets "well" again. This hotel is about 10 times as boring as a hospital. And there is nothing right around. But with my prepaid metro trips, I'll get around this city at least.

Today I also had a better look at Urca, where some (tm) rich people (r) are holding houses. Including one I saw, which reminded me quite much of Harrison Ford. I guess it wasn't him, but my brother suggested it might be a local (Brazilian) singer hwo had become one of the "filthy rich" living there. But there were loads of nice houses, including one for sale, even though I think I can live without an apartment there too.

Some places were not as "nice", but this building was quite funny. It reminded me of "Dune 2" for some bizarre reason... Long time dince I played that game...

From the botanical garden on Sugarloaf Mt. But as I see it's fore-casted quite shitty weather this weekend, I might decide to check out tomorrow or Saturday, and get along. Who knows where, except for me tomorrow.

19 March, 2009

Brazil day 1 - Rio de Janeiro

OK. First day in Brazil. First day in Rio de Janeiro. And first day on my own in a totally new country. In this case: I was scared when I entered, but it loosened up after I forced myself out, and didn't get robbed right away. And long story turned short: I walked through most of downtown Rio, almost from the northern end of Centro, and almost to Copacabana, with a detour in Urca.

The trip started fine. I packed my stiff in the weekend, worked on Monday, and played RPG on the evening. But last night at home made it difficult to sleep properly. I woke up in good time before my alarm clock tried to wake me. Popped into the shower, and started waiting for it being a good time to take the airport bus. That was a tense short hour, and I figured I couldn't make myself much food, as time was suddenly short.

Værnes is a small but OK airport. Schiphol is a huge but OK airport. Charles de Gaulle is a humongously huge and exceedingly boring airport. The only available food there was a mixed take away stand with fast food, and three snack bars. And about 30 large taxfree shops in luxuriously polished glass and steel. Each with one sole attendant just waiting for a customer to come. That was about 16:30 on a Tuesday, and "only" tree jumbo jets were to leave the next hour or so... And the other 30 gates also stood empty.

But it had a sleek architecture, nice wooden roofs, a good mix of natural and artificial lighting, and carpeted walkways. It was quiet, clean and orderly. And immensly boring for me, as I waited there for 5 hours... CDG is HUGE... So freaking huge it took me almost half an hour to cross over the airport, the short way. And they were building yet another terminal (or two) next to the current ones. No way if I want to retry that experiment.

So I got myself to Rio, got a cab for the hotel, and started to think: What now. Actually a little scared to go out. The immensly different climate and style between Trondheim (Low houses and wide streets, calm and pretty safe, and cold) to Rio de Janeiro (Exceedingly tall houses and narrow streets, noisy, busy and somewhat dangerous, and hot as ¤%&"]&-).

But at some point, I just decided, and walked out the dore with really no clue what to do... So I first found the closest bank taking VISA, got some Reais, and started walking. First toward the harbor. Then I saw some tall ships, and thought: "I want to see those". But found to entrance. They seemed to be on military ground (or just hidden behind the military). Next I passed the harbor station for the Niteroi ferry and then an airport. First after that could I almost get to the coastline itself. It it hadn't been for agiant highway crossing in the way. So I went into the city, looking for some museums marked on my map. But as I first couldnt fint the museums, and then I started to get hungry again (my last meal had been the air breakfast), I decided to walk back to the shorline, to see if I could find some food.

On the was I found this restaurant... "Porcao". Which had a chimney that filled the area with the smell of grilled meat. To irresistible to skip, and I was really hungry by then. The restaurant showed to be some upscale "Brazilian Meat Restaurant". And for "just" 98 Reais, I got myself as much meat I could prop myself full of, two beers and two coffees. And really delicious. But next time I visit that place, I'd bring some company.

Then I followed the shoreline all the way to Urca. And discovered there was also a university campus there. The URCU (An abbreviation roughly translated to "University of Rio de Janeiro, Campus Urca"). And the area was full of young and well dressed people, probably students. But as the Sugar Loaf top was covered in dark grey clouds. I resisted the attempt at getting there. Seeing a cloud from the inside is usually just as boring as appreciating the view from a tinted window.

But I found a small place just by Praia Vermelha, a hidden old fortress turned restaurant, turned out being closed. But it looked cool anyway.

From Urca, I tried to cross over to Copacabana, but the road was strategically blocked by a shopping centre. So I walked in there for a while until I figured that: a) It was already six o clock, and b) I was trired of walking, and my "bad knee" had started complaining. So a taxi back to the hotel. The trip (checked in to Google Maps) showed to be about 12.5 km, and I spent about 4 hours walking (plus resting and a long meal break in the middle). A good walk for my first day, but I guess with the prices of the taxi here ($R 16 for Urca - Centro), I can use that and the Metro to get almost anywhere... But that's an experiment for next day.

Only problem of the day: The high moisture fogged the lens, so the pictures didn't get that great.