As we casually lingered outside the sturdy, stone building, the slender hands
of our watches ticked steadily closer and closer to 10:00. I repeatedly shifted
my weight from one foot to the other as I anticipated our guide's
arrival.
We must have
waited about five more minutes, until we finally heard the distinct rumble of
tires across the street, and a faint clicking noise, as if someone where
turning off the ignition. I looked again, past the reassuring gate, to
sight a bright, gleaming, orange van, with several stickers pasted to the
sides and back, each reading, "Bambui Eco Tour, Viva esta
experiência."
I stood on tiptoe so I could
catch a glimpse of who would soon emerge from the vehicle, and be destined to
be our guide for the day.
At last, I heard
the door unlock, as a tall figure stepped out from the car. Having bronzed
skin, and a tall, muscular build, the new arrival appeared to be of African
descent. As he walked toward us, I noticed he was wearing a dull grey T-shirt
that read the name of his tour service, and had a dark geometric pattern
printed across his right arm. As he edged close enough to the hostel, I noticed
that his face was round, and jocund, and boyish, appearing confident and
cheerful.
When he finally stepped past the metal gate, he widened his eyes at us,
as if taking us all in, and gave us a warm, broad smile, as he flashed his
white teeth at as. After introducing himself as Evandro Da Silva, he firmly
shook hands with each of us, as he effusively told us how excited he was to be
showing us Rio that day.
It was only about five
minutes until we paid him his dues, and promptly slid into the bright, orange
van. As the sliding door slid shut, I thought that maybe we'd found our oars
after all, and that we'd soon be smoothly sailing the waters of Rio
de Janiero.
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