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6th October (Mon)
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7th October (Tue)
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8th October (Wed)
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Rio de Janeiro, Brazi ๐ง๐ท / a popular South American travel destination
From Africa, I crossed the Atlantic Ocean and headed to South America. The first city I visited was The first city I visited was Rio de Janeiro, Brazil!
I stayed in a hotel facing Copacabana Beach, with a spectacular view.
There is plenty of daytime sightseeing in Rio de Janeiro, so I head out for some sightseeing, but I find myself in the biggest pinch of my life...
Surrounded by young men with g*ns in a favela (!)
There are several slum areas called favelas in Rio de Janeiro. I visited the relatively large "Rocinha favela. built along the slope of the mountain, and I took a motorbike taxi up to the top.
After looking at the view from above, I tried to catch a motorbike taxi to go down the mountain, but I couldn't get one, so I decided to walk down the mountain. the mountain.
Just a little way off the main road where cars and motorbikes pass, I entered the residential area of the favela.
It seemed this was a favela residential area, off-limits to ordinary tourists. As I was searching for my way back to the main road, I came across a few young men who looked like locals, each with a fairly substantial Seeing this, a sinister thought occurred to me: "I want to photograph that young man holding the machine g*n."
I snapped my first shot without noticing the young man or anyone around me. The first shot was a success. Just as I was about to walk away, someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind. Resigned to the fact that hiding the photos would only make things worse, I opened the photo folder. Resigned to the fact that hiding the photos would only make things worse, I opened the folder and showed them the photos I'd taken. The young man called out to the other young men around him, yelling something like, "Hey, this guy took a picture! One in three of them had a machine g*n hanging from their neck.
For a moment, I considered giving up on my phone and running away, but...some of them were carrying g*ns. loaded, but even if they were, I realized that there was a chance they might shoot me as I tried to escape (even if they had no intention of shooting me, I might reflexively shoot if someone was trying to get away), so I decided to just follow their instructions for the time being.
I was made to sit at a table in front of what appeared to be their office? The young men surrounded me and berated me for a few minutes (it was in Portuguese so I couldn't understand exactly, but I think it was something like, "What are you doing, idiot? couldn't understand exactly, but I think it was something like, "What are you doing, idiot?"), and after a while I didn't understand everything they were saying, but from the occasional words and gestures, I understood everything they were saying, but from the occasional words and gestures, I understood everything they were saying, but from the occasional words and gestures, I understood everything they were saying. I didn't understand everything they were saying, but from the occasional words and gestures, I imagined it was something along the lines of "Photography is prohibited here," "Outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission," and "What you did is very bad."
As we were surrounded and undergoing a body search, one of us noticed the security pouch I was wearing under my shirt (I keep our cash and passports in it when I quickly took the security pouch and undergoing a body search, one of us noticed the security pouch I was wearing under my shirt (I keep our cash and passports in it when traveling abroad) and yelled, "Hey, this guy's hiding something under his clothes! I quickly took the security pouch and explained, "It contains cash and passports," and they all calmed down, saying, "Oh, it's money," and they confiscated my passport without even looking at the money. "Oh, they're not taking any money," I thought to myself.
The leader took out the smartphone that had been confiscated again and was made to open the photo folder. Without immediately deleting the files, the moderator asked, "Is that all?" and "Is there anything else?" Using a translation app on my Using a translation app on my smartphone, I explained, "These are the two photos I took. The folders are here and in the cloud. I'll delete them in front of you." I then deleted the photos from each folder in front of the leader. When I showed him that I had completely erased the trash, he looked somewhat convinced.
However, I wasn't released immediately after that. I was made to sit at a table, surrounded by several other people. At first, they said something like, "We can't let you leave after what you did," but after a while, the leader said, "We Please wait here for a while."
About an hour and a half after I was initially detained, the leader came over and said, "The supervisor has given the OK. He then said, "Are you staying in Copacabana? He then said, "If so, I'll take you to the station at the base," and we headed down the mountain on the back of his motorcycle. When we got to the station, for some reason the leader and I exchanged WhatsApp messages, saying something like, "Contact me if you need anything. In the end, he was very kind to me.
Looking back at the series of this event...
This incident was a case of me being tempted and doing something I shouldn't have done in that area; it truly was a case of reaping what I owed. One wrong move could have put my own life in danger, and it also cost them time to deal with me, so it's an incident I need to reflect on in many ways. .
By the way, I didn't know exactly who they were, but they showed no interest in the money or valuables I had, and although they were angry, they Even though they were carrying a certain amount of alcohol, I somehow felt a sense of certainty that if I treated them honestly, they wouldn't be able to get away with any inhumane acts. Even though they were carrying a certain amount of alcohol, I somehow felt a sense of certainty that if I treated them honestly, they wouldn't suddenly shoot me dead. gangsters or thugs, but more like favela vigilantes.
If you're also planning to visit Rio's favelas, I recommend joining one of the guided tours available locally. Apparently, if you join a designated guided tour, you are allowed to pass through the area, and when Apparently, if you join a designated guided tour, you are allowed to pass through the area, and when when they pass by the tour guides, they exchange friendly greetings, which suggests that the guided tours and the favela residents probably coexist well together. When you get off at the nearest station for the guided tour, the staff are in an easily visible place.