Tourist By Day - Beast By Night

So my confidence is building since I seriously am huge among the people of this neighborhood - yeah if they pull out a knife or gun im screwed - but in a fight Im King Kong. With this newfound Kongness, I decide to take a walk into the alley at night. A mans gotta eat dinner. Its pouring and I dont have an umbrella - for some reason - not interested in getting my rain coat from the bottom of the bag - so I traverse to LINDAPAN! The only place I trust right now since the buffet is closed.

Walking in tonight - with over 100 eyes staring at this beastly wet American barging in - I felt like an outkast of the highest kind. Granted, I know a few of you have felt this way based on ethnicity and race in America - mainly in the middle of the country - I can only speak for NYC.

In NYC there are many ethnicities and races walking around at any given time and it is part of the culture but in the city of Centro in the region of Manaus - I am the only White Male American in existence. So every single person is always staring. And the children... Well they think I am an alien from a far away land and break out their deet.

So I walk into LINDOPAN as an animal from outerspace and used my sign language - I pulled my elbows in and flapped my wings to get a shredded chicken and ham and cheese concoction rolled into an elegant doughy exterior. Then grabbed a potato like flan without all the oils as in American Greek Restaurants.

Chugging down my grape Fanta like an Ape - I start to make a few observations.

Observation:

Im in the city of a third world country - I understand its a CITY - but please define Third World to me.

Should there be:

A women in a dress walking around on her cell phone.

A man with his wife and two kids dressed in Lacoste

A brazillian paying 25 reales to have a snack

Maybe its just me and my naivity. Im sure when I head into the amazon with the people of Itacoatiera (cant get the spelling yet) it will be as expected with huts and chopping at things for food.

The neighborhoods are just a bad part of Queens, Brooklyn or the Bronx and the entire city smells like Staten Island. There are a lot of cars, plenty of bus~s and less polution then that say of China or LA.

I do a crazy dodge of traffic on my way home and then I take a turn for the alley. I put my arms out like a Musclehead Gym Rat on Steroids, my beard and sloppy wet hair add to the Hulk.

Im quick with the gate lock and safely await the arrival of the Priest...