A Tale in Brazil

That was in mid november that we reached brazil. a port maned santos in a country called Rio-De-Grande. It was a break to all the ship staff because the voyage from russia to this place had extended over 22 days and moreever we had an anchorage of more than 28 days to add to our miseries.... as there was nomore provisions left onboard and the water supplies were about to be devasted off as we use an instrument called the flash evaporator which runs with the ship's main propulsion system. since we have been at anchorage there was severe restrictions in water usage as severe in competetion to the chennai draughts ( except that there are no ladies fighting over metro water lorries with plastic pots!). It became a usual practice that we called the port authorities every 3 or 4 hrs to ask if we have the birth, the answer being instantanious that we dont yet!! at one point of time it became so bad that the ort authorities replied directly mentioning our ship's name that we dont yet have a berth allotted at our FIRST CALL even before we finish the usual 3 calls( hey imagine a court scene)over the vhf radio.oooohhhhh.... there ends the trouble when one day the port authorities called up saying that we would be moving in next morning (in fact there was a party that night for the news.)

All the formalities were completed and it was evening by the time ( birthing finished cargo holds prepared for cargo disagarge and the customs had cleared the ship and crew ) ( hey that means we can go out) It was not surprising that everyone were more or less more intended to go out after their duty.people swarmed out of the ship to see some land and other faces. people were checking their onboard accounts to take necessary cash to do their shopping , to roam about etc. Then came my movement. I had got off duty ran up to my cabin, had a wash , had a quick dinner and , scrapped up all the cash i cud out of my bag and stuffed it in my purse and caught up with a few of my senior officers to go out with. we went to the santos meuzeum of history first

Wow what a place!!! was my first impression, though small but cozy, well potrayed and maintained. then we went out for the shopping part.purchased some stuff. here comes the shock of my life. we were 3 of us ( hey i remember my granny tellin that never go in 3s or that thing does not go about well) and were strolling around the electronics section. opposite us came two men in wierd dresses noone expects people to wear violet or pale majentha  robes unless there exists rowling's wizaring world as in her harrypotter. but we just thought it could be a tradition out there in that place! But next hit the lighteneng bolt. one of them spotted us standing came up to us , caught my senior who was looking smartest by his hand , looked at us winked and said " hello sexy!!!" OH MY GOD. these are  g#ys ( ok ppl u know what!!) MY first instinct was to run away but wait..... my senior was being held back by his hand!!!! oops what should we do? then picking up some courage i spoke "arrepentido nosotros no somos interesados" which in spanish means"sorry we are not interested" Now that fellow ( if i can call it so) gave me the most dirtiest look a person could ever shoot at an other person, turned away and bustled off angrily into the crowd! yuck what an experience? but an unforgettable one! and since that day i  understood that knowing an other lang even a little bit does no harm!!!