Words are Weariness

Of all countries I have been to, the visit to Brazil, though not a long one, has left with me the lasting impressions. I would never forget my first day at Brazil. The ride from the Sao Paulo airport to my hotel in downtown was long. Normally I use these occasions to talk to cabbies to get the feel of the place and the general talk of the town. However , as I later found out, you do not find people knowing English except at hotel receptions. Indulging in small talk with the cabbie was difficult. Even for the barest minimum communication, we spoke into an App in his smart phone that translated his Portuguese into English and vice-versa. The hotels designed for “business travelers” all over the world seem to be cut from the same cookie-cutter; from the reception, to the lifts, rooms and to the breakfast spreads--the tedious lack of variety makes you yearn for a change of scene within a few days. Apart from having to switch between “Obrigada” and “Obrigado” and adjust to the bl