There is nothing really in this blog but just in case.
Well to start this one off lets talk about the motel we stayed at in Frances Brazil.
Actually this is not the first experience with staying at a motel.
After leaving the boat in Belem we had done a few days of straight driving. We were attempting to bypass our first big city Fortaleza by taking a bypass road close to the city. As we started to enter the area it became dark very quickly and very early around 4:30pm it was dark.
Driving in our first major city and not 100% sure of where we needed to go plus it was all of a sudden dark we needed to find a place to stay and fast. Nothing was coming up until I had see a big sign for a motel.-
Great we found something.
As we approached there are two large garage doors one for an entrance and one for an exit. We simply though it had good security.
The person working only has one small slit for a window to communicate with you and standing up it would come up to about your hips- this way they do not see any faces.
They hand you keys on a long wooden stick out off the small communication window.
They open the gate and I entire in to look at the room.
This room was not bad, actually the condition of the room was good as far as paint, repairs and condition of the shower, plus it had a round bed and a basket filled with at first glance chips etc..
Upon my exit there was a guy sitting near the front gate looking at me leaving, I politely gave him a head nod and a big smile as if to say enjoying your day I am.
I came back and said to Brent it all looked good. Meanwhile Brent is trying to get a price out of the guy, but we could not quite get why he was giving us different prices. After some time and frustration we discover the nightly rate is based on time USED ;0 (oh my- now we are getting it)
Brent wanted to leave but it was dark and we needed to stay somewhere.
In the end the guy agrees to $26 US and would let us in then but we had to be gone by 7:00am.
As we pull in there is a small drive way to your room and a large curtain you pull across to hide your vehicle.
Once we were in the room we needed to eat supper. There was nothing around us to go to and get food but we found a menu in the room and ordered off of that. Next thing we know there is a knock initially we thought on the door, but it was actually on a little wooden door where they place the food inside.
Next we turn on the TV and guess what- One channel to watch it is all night non stop porn. Or as I call it stuff the muffin channel, or where can we hide the sausage this time channel.
After an early wake up call we are off.
Second experience is in Praia Frances, this time we are better prepared.
We simply can not find a place at a reasonable price. Budget is tight and we need to be frugal.
After hours spent looking around in the blazing Brazilian sun we find ourselves looking for a place slightly outside the city.
We see another sign for a motel but this one is advertising $14.35 per night. Good deal!!
This time we pull up but know the routine. The hard part is how long can you stay for $14.35.
Brent returns from the window, we can stay for $14.35 a night but can not check in until 7 pm and need to be out by 7 am the next morning.
My, what we do to save a buck!! 7 pm rolls around and we return, we approach the window and the attendent opens the gate and sticks the key through the slot.
This time as I entered the room it was very obvious where we were!
First there is a welcome gift!!
Second there is a large sexual picture on the glass that separates the bedroom and the shower.
Third there are mirrors everywhere, around the bed above the bed and on the walls. You can see everything including the TV from anywhere in the room.
Lastly the TV is locked up in a cylinder shaped display; with of course the nightly special of stuff the muffin and how many places can we hide the sausage.
At last we have stooped to a new low in the name of budget. Haha. But give them credit you can access all controls for the room such as lights, tv, bed vibrate and a/c from behind your round bed. So now we know a MOTEL in brazil means by the hour folks.
Tambaba beach(yes were on a roll)
You tube video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2p394cgw-4
This one was from this year: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5arUjAgmhk
Brazil’s official nude beaches; the first part of the beach is clothing optional and the second which is the largest of the two has a strict no clothing policy. Let me say that this part of the story was not inspired by the motels.
Now this is quite a large step for me, I must say this would be the first public nudity experience ever, hell I never even played strip poker.
Approaching 40 has created a few more new outlooks on life and a lot less of being self conscious. Let’s not forget this trip is all about new experiences and exploring new ways of life.
About 11:30 am we have reached the town, however we want to find the beach to see where the best place was to stay. After driving an additional 25 km we come across a large billboard announcing the 31st annual nudist convention and we are right on time- Oh lucky me! What a great surprise for my first time. Brent is happy too!
We find the location and descend down the large curvy cobblestone road way into the mass buzz of the convention, where we are greeted by the lady traffic controller who is topless. Next we pass the gates into the area where vendors have set up booths for selling crafts, booze, food etc.. as we look around a few loosely hanging gentlemen walk by, followed by a younger women who is using her cover up as a scarf.
We have discovered we are indeed in the right place; next step was to secure accommodations. Of course with a convention in town this is no easy task. Unfortunately there is nothing really close by and we are hoping to find camping. About 15km back to the small town Brent thinks he sees a sign for camping so we follow the road, unfortunately this is the first time I have had to drive in sand since my accident and my leg is still not that strong. In the end this was a dead end but now we are very hot from the sun and the sandy ride. About 1 hour later and about 10 Posadas later we find a location to sleep.
It is now late in the day and we are very hot.
Wasting no time we grab our suntan lotion and towels and we are off back to the beach.
Upon our arrival we are greeted but the naked booby traffic controller again. We park the bikes and head for the beach.
Yet wait, we are stopped by guards and told the beach is no clothing, we agree and disrobe around the corner. Finally, MY WHITE CANADIAN ASS WILL GET SOME SUN.
As we walk along the small secluded beach, we come a cross a small beach bar and a guy who speaks English. He asks if we came for the convention and informs us the media has arrived and this time the anchor people are nude.
Shit I think, but at least this is not broadcasted back home.
Over the wooded area we go in hope that the TV cameras’ are not right there, but all is clear.
We walk along the wide open beach where we come across the guy selling ice cream (the dickie dee cart-get it?) wearing a fanny pack and a tee shirt, next the wind surfer, wearing his harness of course but a good beach day is not complete without ping pong and a good beach bar.
After our walk up ad down the beach we do the usual and find a good spot for drinks on the beach. Brent kept changing his seating position as to not get chair red marks on his WHITE CANADIAN ASS-HAHA
Sure enough on cue here comes the TV folk.
Well what a stir, a woman and a man are broadcasting naked. At one point they interview a naked buff guy and she must have asked if he worked out because he dropped to the sand and started to do push ups-
wow things get full of sand quickly.The real buzz of the day was the anchor woman, everyone wanted pictures and of course all the guys had to check out her new implants
and her hard ass that looked like it had to have implants to. haha 
On top of this fuss there is the national guard there in there full uniforms making sure a bunch of naked people are not going to get our of hand. I wonder what those guys did to get such a sweetass post.
In the end, I was so surprised I never felt uncomfortable. We actually had conversations with an English speaking guy and not once do you actually think about looking down.
all in all a good day but I do have on regret, for my big reveal I was not thinking. We were so hot and tired from our journey I never even thought about photos and maybe brushing my hair or putting on a little make up.
When they said nude I went all out nude- o natural all the way. Like the t-shirts they were selling with a little naked turtle out of its shell-so was I.
Hope I have painted a good picture! You never know what new experience is around the corner on a trip like this.
Carrie LaroseThere is nothing really in this blog but just in case.
Well to start this one off lets talk about the motel we stayed at in Frances Brazil.
Actually this is not the first experience with staying at a motel.
After leaving the boat in Belem we had done a few days of straight driving. We were attempting to bypass our first big city Fortaleza by taking a bypass road close to the city. As we started to enter the area it became dark very quickly and very early around 4:30pm it was dark.
Driving in our first major city and not 100% sure of where we needed to go plus it was all of a sudden dark we needed to find a place to stay and fast. Nothing was coming up until I had see a big sign for a motel.-
Great we found something.
As we approached there are two large garage doors one for an entrance and one for an exit. We simply though it had good security.
The person working only has one small slit for a window to communicate with you and standing up it would come up to about your hips- this way they do not see any faces.
They hand you keys on a long wooden stick out off the small communication window.
They open the gate and I entire in to look at the room.
This room was not bad, actually the condition of the room was good as far as paint, repairs and condition of the shower, plus it had a round bed and a basket filled with at first glance chips etc..
Upon my exit there was a guy sitting near the front gate looking at me leaving, I politely gave him a head nod and a big smile as if to say enjoying your day I am.
I came back and said to Brent it all looked good. Meanwhile Brent is trying to get a price out of the guy, but we could not quite get why he was giving us different prices. After some time and frustration we discover the nightly rate is based on time USED ;0 (oh my- now we are getting it)
Brent wanted to leave but it was dark and we needed to stay somewhere.
In the end the guy agrees to $26 US and would let us in then but we had to be gone by 7:00am.
As we pull in there is a small drive way to your room and a large curtain you pull across to hide your vehicle.
Once we were in the room we needed to eat supper. There was nothing around us to go to and get food but we found a menu in the room and ordered off of that. Next thing we know there is a knock initially we thought on the door, but it was actually on a little wooden door where they place the food inside.
Next we turn on the TV and guess what- One channel to watch it is all night non stop porn. Or as I call it stuff the muffin channel, or where can we hide the sausage this time channel.
After an early wake up call we are off.
Second experience is in Praia Frances, this time we are better prepared.
We simply can not find a place at a reasonable price. Budget is tight and we need to be frugal.
After hours spent looking around in the blazing Brazilian sun we find ourselves looking for a place slightly outside the city.
We see another sign for a motel but this one is advertising $14.35 per night. Good deal!!
This time we pull up but know the routine. The hard part is how long can you stay for $14.35.
Brent returns from the window, we can stay for $14.35 a night but can not check in until 7 pm and need to be out by 7 am the next morning.
My, what we do to save a buck!! 7 pm rolls around and we return, we approach the window and the attendent opens the gate and sticks the key through the slot.
This time as I entered the room it was very obvious where we were!
First there is a welcome gift!!
Second there is a large sexual picture on the glass that separates the bedroom and the shower.
Third there are mirrors everywhere, around the bed above the bed and on the walls. You can see everything including the TV from anywhere in the room.
Lastly the TV is locked up in a cylinder shaped display; with of course the nightly special of stuff the muffin and how many places can we hide the sausage.
At last we have stooped to a new low in the name of budget. Haha. But give them credit you can access all controls for the room such as lights, tv, bed vibrate and a/c from behind your round bed. So now we know a MOTEL in brazil means by the hour folks.
Tambaba beach(yes were on a roll)
You tube video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2p394cgw-4
This one was from this year: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5arUjAgmhk
Brazil’s official nude beaches; the first part of the beach is clothing optional and the second which is the largest of the two has a strict no clothing policy. Let me say that this part of the story was not inspired by the motels.
Now this is quite a large step for me, I must say this would be the first public nudity experience ever, hell I never even played strip poker.
Approaching 40 has created a few more new outlooks on life and a lot less of being self conscious. Let’s not forget this trip is all about new experiences and exploring new ways of life.
About 11:30 am we have reached the town, however we want to find the beach to see where the best place was to stay. After driving an additional 25 km we come across a large billboard announcing the 31st annual nudist convention
and we are right on time- Oh lucky me! What a great surprise for my first time. Brent is happy too!We find the location and descend down the large curvy cobblestone road way into the mass buzz of the convention, where we are greeted by the lady traffic controller who is topless. Next we pass the gates into the area where vendors have set up booths for selling crafts, booze, food etc.. as we look around a few loosely hanging gentlemen walk by, followed by a younger women who is using her cover up as a scarf.
We have discovered we are indeed in the right place; next step was to secure accommodations. Of course with a convention in town this is no easy task. Unfortunately there is nothing really close by and we are hoping to find camping. About 15km back to the small town Brent thinks he sees a sign for camping so we follow the road, unfortunately this is the first time I have had to drive in sand since my accident and my leg is still not that strong. In the end this was a dead end but now we are very hot from the sun and the sandy ride. About 1 hour later and about 10 Posadas later we find a location to sleep.
It is now late in the day and we are very hot.
Wasting no time we grab our suntan lotion and towels and we are off back to the beach.
Upon our arrival we are greeted but the naked booby traffic controller again. We park the bikes and head for the beach.
Yet wait, we are stopped by guards and told the beach is no clothing, we agree and disrobe around the corner. Finally, MY WHITE CANADIAN ASS WILL GET SOME SUN.
As we walk along the small secluded beach, we come a cross a small beach bar and a guy who speaks English. He asks if we came for the convention and informs us the media has arrived and this time the anchor people are nude.
Shit I think, but at least this is not broadcasted back home.
Over the wooded area we go in hope that the TV cameras’ are not right there, but all is clear.
We walk along the wide open beach where we come across the guy selling ice cream (the dickie dee cart-get it?) wearing a fanny pack and a tee shirt, next the wind surfer, wearing his harness of course but a good beach day is not complete without ping pong and a good beach bar.
After our walk up ad down the beach we do the usual and find a good spot for drinks on the beach. Brent kept changing his seating position as to not get chair red marks on his WHITE CANADIAN ASS-HAHA
Sure enough on cue here comes the TV folk.
Well what a stir, a woman and a man are broadcasting naked. At one point they interview a naked buff guy and she must have asked if he worked out because he dropped to the sand and started to do push ups- wow things get full of sand quickly.
The real buzz of the day was the anchor woman, everyone wanted pictures and of course all the guys had to check out her new implants and her hard ass that looked like it had to have implants to. haha
On top of this fuss there is the national guard there in there full uniforms making sure a bunch of naked people are not going to get our of hand. I wonder what those guys did to get such a sweetass post.
In the end, I was so surprised I never felt uncomfortable. We actually had conversations with an English speaking guy and not once do you actually think about looking down.
all in all a good day but I do have on regret, for my big reveal I was not thinking. We were so hot and tired from our journey I never even thought about photos and maybe brushing my hair or putting on a little make up.
When they said nude I went all out nude- o natural all the way. Like the t-shirts they were selling with a little naked turtle out of its shell-so was I.
Hope I have painted a good picture! You never know what new experience is around the corner on a trip like this.
Carrie Larose
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