My latest trip in Brazil was just amazing. Some of the best athletes (both in terms of their athletic capabilities and personalities), a astonishing surroundings and an environemental project which made me more usefull than ordinary. Everything was perfect in a magic world, until my natural black cat habit came back on stage.
to make it short I will sum it up in short sentences.
this happened from may 24th until May 27th, it is not a fiction, this is the truth
-I'm in itacaré 2 hours flight and one more hour by car from Sao Paulo.
-I lost my passport, credit carsd etc…
-l looked for it everywhere twice and even called a psychic friend of mine…I don't believe in it, but she knows too much, it's scary.
-The police, all over the country, was on strike and I couldn't get a police statement as a proof for the loss of my passport.
-The French consulate in Sao Paulo didn't give a shit and told me that I needed this paper in order to get a new passport, even if I had to wait for a couple of months until the police strike was over.
-By miracle a cousin of mine has a house in Itacaré and some of his very good friends. He was not there but gave me all their phone numbers, including the number of the French consul.
-They all helped me out, but with no success
-My friends collected cash for me, one of them even wanted to give me her mother's credit card, I finally just had two full credit card numbers written on my hand.
-They also took all my luggage, including my camera back pack, a ski bag full of heavy tripods and a big pelicase with heavy strobes, in order to be lighter.
-The flight company didn't want to let me go to Sao Paulo with just a copy of my passport (which I had in my computer).
-They were still helpfull and didn't charge me for the flight I missed and kept a seat for me until I had a police statement to let me go back to Sao Paulo.
-a taxi driver decided to help me and jumped into my car (passenger seat). He knew somebody to make those papers for only(!) 100 real around 50 euros.
-it was a little computer shop at the edge of the favelas.
-all the discussion was in Portuguese.
-I don't speak portuguese.
-it was raining hard an the credit card numbers wer disappearing.
-Everything worked out, I was ready to take the next flight.
- The car rental company found my wallet in the car with all my documents.
-I don't believe in psychics.
-My psychic friend told my wife that the last restaurant where I was had red walls, our house had blue walls and big windows and also that I used to hide my wallet underneath the clothes or in a box with all my cables. She also said the wallet was in the car from the start. She was right about everything...but at the time I had checked the car and hadn't seen the wallet.
-All my credit cards were cancelled now and my passport had been declared stolen...
-I finally made it to Sao Paulo , but there weren't any more flights before a couple of days.
-There were no more hotels availlable 30 km around the airport.
-I have a friend who is living at his new girlfriend's parents' home with his daughter. I showed up in the middle of the night as the taxi driver got lost. It was the american idole final…I slept there.
-There were no more planes to go back home, I had to by a new ticket in Business class.
-After 4 attempts to pay my plane ticket , cancelled by the travel agency because of overbooking I decided to look for a hotel.
-Last call from the travel agency who asked me to try to catch the next plane. They called me back to confirm it as I was 10 minutes from the airport with no more money to pay anything else, like a hotel or even a way back to my friend's house.
-My friend had his credit card locked, I gave him my last cash before jumping in the cab.
-The federal police was checking all passengers, and scanning all passports... Mine was supposed to be a stolen one for them now.
-The scan machine wasn't working so the customs officer entered the number manually.
-Buen viaje mister Daher, they didn't get the information yet, I would be back home the next day…or maybe the day after, since air traffic controllers were on strike in France.
Thanks to all those who helped me out.
PS : I also broke my 15mm fish eye, my 1.4 extender and my cobra flash…
