RSSUlla-Ulla : Cold Drink, Senhor?
03 Mar 2008 6 Comments
in Travel
Mah-chay, agua mineral-e, san-ouiches nat-chu-ral, coca, cerveja, ulla-ulla!! I had been daydreaming about the woman lying on the beach (photo right below) a few paces away from where I had requested my umbrella and beach blanket be positioned.
Then this hawker’s musical sales pitch reached my ears. Over and above the Brazilian dance party sounds I was listening to. The delicious tempos of Mas Que Nada and Desifinado, and other dreamy melodies sung by the likes of Astrud Gilberto or Sandra de Sa that flowed through the headphones had been disturbed.
Yes, this is the down side of going to the Copacabana Beach, or Ipanema Beach (above) in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Some one is always walking by selling something. Anything. Everything. Or you can find what you need at a kiosk at the edge of the beach.
“Nao obrigado!” was my softly spoken reply. No thanks. These vendors sell everything from iced beer, iced tea, coca-colas, fresh fruit juices (sucas), hats, tee shirts, futeball jerseys, micro-bikinis, dozens of sun-tan oils, towels, beach cloths, sandwiches, sunglasses, hammocks, rugs, and there’s even a few people who come by carrying a small lit charcoal fire in case you want some kind of grilled food. Check out these rather modest bikinis for sale.
Oh, those clever Cariocas! You can even get cooked shrimp on skewers! And you can take a fresh water shower while on the beach. Aside from the showers, everything else can be brought right to you. You needn’t do anything else but whistle, then fork over a few Brazilian Reals, which are pronounced he-als.
But I just wanted to watch the endless parade of babes wearing those mini-bikinis. Dental floss and a few small swatches of material and the whole thing can be hidden in your fist. A girl can carry more than a few of these microscopic marvels in a simple fanny pack. Talk about letting it all hang out.
You don’t see too many big-busted babes on the beach. To see those kinds of bodies, you have to take a seat at a sidewalk café, like the Terraco Atlantico, or the Havana Club, on the Avenieda Atlantica in Copacabana on any evening. The passing movable feast offered massive amounts of cleavage up above and tight taut curvy tail ends on those working girl’s bodies as they strolled by winking and tossing gleaming, inviting smiles at me and hundreds of other men.
Yes, being on the beaches down in Rio, watching those undulating and curvy bodies for ten days was a tough assignment. Just kidding. How about the guys that play two-man teams, no hands volley ball. Just heads, chest, and feet. Now that’s a tough game. But the gals play v-ball too.
No, I didn’t forget about you Norte Americanos up there North of the equator, or our European friends shivering in Copenhagen, Berlin, and in the UK. Yes, I brought you something. My very own photos of what had captured my attention before that ulla-ulla guy wandered into the image! (See further up on the page).
Just like the song says —
Tall and Tan and Young and Lovely
The Girl from Ipanema Goes Walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes
Goes aahh!
That unforgettable music was written by A C Jobim and the lyrics by V. de Morais. Jobim has the airport named after him, and de Morais has an avenue in Ipanema named after him. And so ends our brief Brazil travelogue.
I had some thought of giving you a look at some A-R-T. You know, Cezanne, Fragonard, and Casper David Friedrich and their impressions of women bathing. Then I decided to save the art for another month.
So, may I suggest that instead of looking at some classical art, you can stop by our website frequently and look at some impressively undulating women, who really do let it all hang out, classically or otherwise. Ulla-ulla!
You know the drill. Save us or bookmark us in your favorites and we can say Ate Logo to Rio and its beautiful Cariocas and Bom Dia (Good Day!) to some wonderous women from almost anywhere on the planet.
This column was originally published, after my visit to Rio, in April 2000 in Also On Video has been updated for JustMeMike’s New Also on Video for March 2008.
Apr 09, 2008 @ 20:29:18
We don’t say “ulla ulla” here in Brazil, your idiot!
Apr 09, 2008 @ 20:53:29
I do not pretend to speak Portuguese.
What I wrote was what I heard from beach vendors in Ipanema and I took literary license to make it more readable for the norte americanos who might read it.
You weren’t there were you? So you don’t know what I heard -
What’s more, the contraction of you and are is you’re not your.
Your spelling and punctuation needs improvement.
Thanks for reading my column.
Jul 05, 2008 @ 10:59:56
I’m from Rio and probably you meant Açaí (a Brazilian fruit), Água Mineral (mineral water), Sanduíche Natural (natural sandwich), Coca-Cola (coke), Cerveja e Hula Hula (a beverage made of guarana and other tropical fruits juices).
Jul 05, 2008 @ 11:47:04
Thank you sir -
A correction with politeness and style. Much appreciated.
As I said above – I heard this from beach vendors as they walked by. I wasn’t really listening that close and with no background in the native langiage as well as the local vernacular, I was more than likely bound to mis-spell, and or mis-pronounce.
The intent was to recrweaTE THE SIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF THE FABULOUS rIO BEACHES.
JMM
Thanks for reading my column.
Oct 24, 2008 @ 18:29:20
An, Cerveja means Beer… I forgot to translate that. Keep up the good work of highlighting nice japanese big boobed girl videos…
Nov 12, 2008 @ 09:43:00
Once again thanks for comments and for reading my columns.
JMM