Ok, I was gonna make you all wait a little longer before I was gonna update "Brazilians" Part II, but I am too impatient.
I left off at...
I left off at...
The Tangas...
So, what is a Tanga? you may well be asking.
A book I read soon after I arrived in Rio de Janeiro gave possibly the best definition possible.
The book is called "How To Be A Carioca The alternative Guide for the Tourist in Rio,
by Priscilla Ann Goslin (not the most Carioca of names) a woman who moved to Rio as a child.
In the book Priscilla makes very good observations about the "Carioca" that even my Carioca friends have had to have a good laugh at!
Anyway, to make a short story longer and in case you don't know, a Carioca is a native of the city of Rio de Janeiro. The nickname was given by the Tupi-Guarani Indians to the first white men who came to live in Rio de Janeiro: CARI (white man) + OCA (home).
Ok, so this is not a book review, but I like to give a bit of background to what the hell I am going on about, otherwise I mmay as well make this blog two lines long!
In fact, if you look back at the books cover picture you can see an illustration of what I am talking about!
Anyway, again as I was saying in the last blog...
If you look back at the beach you will see another beautiful sight too.
The Tanga...
... to be continued
And continue we shall...
I had always heard that in Brazil the women wear small bikinis and more or less I didn't doubt it. But my god...
That first day walking along the beach, I stood on a dying wasp and it stung me in the sole of my foot... I am not gonna lie and say it wasn't too bad, because it fucking hurt! So I decided to have a little sit down and whine to myself about my sore foot.
I had probably only been walking for about 2 minutes and I had been so enamoured by the skyline that I had neglected to really look at the people around me. But while i was sat there rubbing my tootsies, I looked over my shoulder...
and there was a bikini...
well, there was some of the bikini...
the rest had been gobbled by some beautiful monster!
In fact the vast majority of that bikini was internalised by the wearer I think!
But I remember bikinis from my holidays to Greece and France... the ones that cover the arse! Here they are after as much exposure as possible.
I have a little theory that the reason the bikinis here are so small is because unlike the beaches in Greece and France where almost every girl has her tits out
(which I do not complain about), here it is illegal. So as a compromise, someone decided to make sure that these bikinis are as miniscule as possible, to maximise sun exposure.
My foot soon stopped hurting and I decided to go for a bit more of a walk. (After what I had just seen I probably should've taken a quick dip in the sea to calm down!) And it was whilst I was continuing my promenade along the beach that I realised something else about Brazilian women and the tanga...
I thought that the super tiny trinangles were only reserved for the super, fit bodied, young ladies on the beach...
A book I read soon after I arrived in Rio de Janeiro gave possibly the best definition possible.
The book is called "How To Be A Carioca The alternative Guide for the Tourist in Rio,
by Priscilla Ann Goslin (not the most Carioca of names) a woman who moved to Rio as a child. In the book Priscilla makes very good observations about the "Carioca" that even my Carioca friends have had to have a good laugh at!
Anyway, to make a short story longer and in case you don't know, a Carioca is a native of the city of Rio de Janeiro. The nickname was given by the Tupi-Guarani Indians to the first white men who came to live in Rio de Janeiro: CARI (white man) + OCA (home).
Ok, so this is not a book review, but I like to give a bit of background to what the hell I am going on about, otherwise I mmay as well make this blog two lines long!
tanga ['tun gah]: tiny triangular pieces of material usually held together with strings. Worn by Carioca women as a bikini on the beach.
In fact, if you look back at the books cover picture you can see an illustration of what I am talking about!
Anyway, again as I was saying in the last blog...
If you look back at the beach you will see another beautiful sight too.
... to be continued
And continue we shall...
I had always heard that in Brazil the women wear small bikinis and more or less I didn't doubt it. But my god...
That first day walking along the beach, I stood on a dying wasp and it stung me in the sole of my foot... I am not gonna lie and say it wasn't too bad, because it fucking hurt! So I decided to have a little sit down and whine to myself about my sore foot.
I had probably only been walking for about 2 minutes and I had been so enamoured by the skyline that I had neglected to really look at the people around me. But while i was sat there rubbing my tootsies, I looked over my shoulder...
and there was a bikini...
well, there was some of the bikini...
the rest had been gobbled by some beautiful monster!
In fact the vast majority of that bikini was internalised by the wearer I think!
But I remember bikinis from my holidays to Greece and France... the ones that cover the arse! Here they are after as much exposure as possible.
I have a little theory that the reason the bikinis here are so small is because unlike the beaches in Greece and France where almost every girl has her tits out
(which I do not complain about), here it is illegal. So as a compromise, someone decided to make sure that these bikinis are as miniscule as possible, to maximise sun exposure.My foot soon stopped hurting and I decided to go for a bit more of a walk. (After what I had just seen I probably should've taken a quick dip in the sea to calm down!) And it was whilst I was continuing my promenade along the beach that I realised something else about Brazilian women and the tanga...
I thought that the super tiny trinangles were only reserved for the super, fit bodied, young ladies on the beach...
This I have in fact found to be not exactly right.
The tanga is universal... I'm not gonna say one size fits all, but...
The fatties wear them too!
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