We have been in SP for the past 3 days and each day has been more incredible than the previous one. Yesterday, we met up with Zhengs church friend, a missionary in Brazil with his wife, who minister to street kids, druggies and prostitutes.
They took us to their office, the redlight district of SP, and it was a sobering experience to see 9 year olds doing crack next to you. Older drug addicts shaking your hand, seeing them embrace the missionary because he was the only friend they had.
Because I represent hope for them, said the missionary. Thats why they like seeing me around.
At night, we followed the others from the hostel to an underground jazz club. And by underground, I mean UNDERGROUND. Like, damn strange out of the way kind. The type that you need to know people who know people to know where the hell it even happens. It was literally a hole in the wall. Oh, and did I mention that the music was amazing?=)
And now, its time to take the bitter pill that is a 14 hour bus ride to see the iguacu falls. Later...
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