Tue 29 May 2007
More than one person I told about my Brazil trip had either been mugged in Rio de Janeiro, or knew of someone who had been. It appeared inevitable that I, too, was going to be accosted and relieved of my money during my stay there. In preparation for the seemingly unavoidable, I shaved my head in order to appear tougher and meaner.
In the days prior to departure, I thought a lot about how I might react to a mugging. Those of you who know me, will attest that I am neither a pacifist nor do I do things simply because someone tells me to. After much internal debate, I decided that if the mugger(s) had a gun I would give up the a fake/decoy wallet (prepared with a few dollars and some bogus credit cards), but if the assailants had only a knife or a club, I would fight them.
When my brother flew in to SLC before the trip, we talked in the car ride home about our potential responses to a mugging. Strangely, he had independently decided on an identical course of action; unless robbed at gunpoint, we would resist.
I guess from a mugger’s point of view, foreign tourists are good targets. They are often
- tired
- unarmed
- heavy laden with bags
- unfamiliar with the area or language
- distracted by the surroundings
- carrying money, a camera and a passport
It’s a moot point because we were never mugged. In fact, I felt very safe in Rio, even in the more sketchy parts of town (the favelas) in which we occasionally stumbled during our 15 mile daily treks.
It is noteworthy that the average Brazilian man is 5′9″ or so, and not overly muscular, so my brother and I, as taller, seasoned cage-fighters, would have had a distinct physical advantage.
During the first day in Rio, however, we were particularly on our guard for any mugging attempts. As the day pressed on and no attackers emerged, we thought, in the spirit of being proactive, that we might preemptively attack a passing Brazilian and steal his money. Then perhaps the word would spread that Americans were aggressively vicious and should definitely not be mugged. Then, as fewer tourists were targeted, Rio’s reputation as a place of thievery would diminish. All would profit. Being both afflicted with ADD, however, we were quickly distracted to less aggressive forms of amusement.
June 1st, 2007 at 10:27 am
In the spirit of aggression, here are some words from Joe Kennedy:
“Tell Ryan I will kick him in the groin for not visiting me.”
Direct quote. Also, I don’t eat unrefrigerated Reeses. Just for future reference. But I do sincerely appreciate the thought.
So . . . yeah.
H
June 1st, 2007 at 10:59 am
I would have loved to visit Joe and his fiefdom down in Brazil, but sadly our compressed schedule and limited funds didn’t allow for such an excursion. fortunately, I have a 5 year multiple entry visa. I’LL BE BACK!
June 6th, 2007 at 9:03 am
[…] The days in Brazil were adventure filled, as were the evenings. We saw the filming of a telenovela, hit up a night club called “Les Gens”, stopped by a “boi caprichoso” samba festival, and a made a cameo at a Brazilian country dancing/micro-brewery, where we ran into Miss Amazonia and her twin sister, pictured at right. You’ll notice my shaved head, which was done to make me look mean enough to ward off potential muggers. As you may have read, we took a boat trip to the confluence of the Amazon and Black Rivers. At the intersection, the rivers refuse to immediately mix (due to different temperatures and speeds), so they run parallel for upwards of nine miles. A clear demarcation is visible in the water (as they are also different colors.) Here, to the left, I’m pictured holding a glass of water scooped from out from either side of our boat. […]