Everyone I know booked tickets for exclusive New Year’s parties way in advance (R400 on average pp), except for me, with my constant and worsening fear of commitments, paired with my cheapness. And so, 10 hours before New Year’s eve I still had no idea what I will be doing in the city considered to be among the world’s luxury destinations for New Year’s. My strategic plan was to rely on my crazy adventurous french friend (they are known for this), and he did not disappoint. And so, at 7pm, while my counterparts were going to the hair salon, planing to wear their newly purchased beautiful dresses, I washed my hair, put on a random dress from my closet, smudged something on my face (I was going for the sexy rocker girl look), and headed to meet the Frenchman. He still didn’t know what’s the plan, except for going to Copacabana beach, and as it started to rain, I began regretting my plan of not to plan..
But of course, as it always happens in Brazil, things worked out for the best. Of course, I looked like a chicken that was pulled out of a washing machine, by the time we arrived to our destination, but thankfully, it turned out to be a house party at some rock music fans (you can imagine the dress code) place in Copacabana, one block from the beach. Many rock songs (sprinkled with semi-pop ones courtesy to your truly) and beers later, it was time for midnight countdown. It was still raining but people kept pouring into the Copa beach with or without umbrellas. It was something magical.. fireworks in the rain among thousands and thousands happy people. I now understand the hype about this event!
I was planning to see David Guetta live on the beach and kept thinking he will come up after the never ending cheesy samba music performance but of course, I then found out that I went to the wrong stage and missed him! Klutz.
Trying to get out of Copa was then an adventure within itself. The streets were blocked for traffic and were completely packed with people. I got stranded in a middle of a human river but thankfully I managed to stay on my feet and not get squashed into pulp. I had never seen anything like this. It was when a drunk guy pulled out his willy and started peeing in my direction, I knew I had to get out of there ASAP (no worries, I took a bath in Agua Sanitaria – the local bleach disinfectant as soon as I got home..)
Public transport was not really functioning and so I had to walk home, which was kind of interesting since I got to go by foot through some tunnels that are considered normally super dangerous for people to walk through (unless they are drug deals or prostitutes), but of course, with the crowds at that time, they were perfectly safe.
This morning, I discovered some pictures on my phone. Evidence to prove that everything did actually happen…