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24 Hours of Sugar High in Pelotas, Brazil’s Sweetest City

“Mark! Why did you take my hair clip?”

“… I thought it was a candy…”

“Seriously? And even if it had been a candy that I felt like hiding with my shampoo and soap for some reason, didn’t you have enough sweets today? I mean, what did you eat? … The last dulce de leche croissant in the bus… and two cream-and-chocolate profiteroles… ice cream… the doce I bought you… popcorn… et merde!”

“I had a ham croissant too!”

Awesome. But I can’t blame Mark, we kind of starved in Chuy/Chuí and we entered Brasil tired and hungry. We’re getting used to a new country and nutrition wasn’t exactly a priority today.

Besides, Pelotas’s got a sweet tooth. The city is famous for the doces de Pelotas, dozens of different bite-size pastries mostly made from condensed milk, cream, nuts, chocolate, coconut and other sweet ingredients. They were brought over by the first Portuguese immigrants in the 18th century and you can find quindim, bem casado, ninho, camafeu, papo de anjo, olho de sogra, pastel de Santa Clara, panelinha de coco, trouxas de amêndoas, fatia de braga, queijadinha, broinha de coco, beijinho de coco and many other doces around the city.

Yes, I learned the names of these doces.

Yes, I ain’t no doces virgin.

Metaphorically speaking, Pelotas is also a sweet stop. I call it the “Arica effect.” Arica is Chile’s Northernmost city, and honestly, it’s a pretty unremarkable place. But it was twice our first Chilean city after a long stretch in Bolivia, and compared to the rural highlands or dirty La Paz, it felt like paradise. It was safe! There were fridges! Food wasn’t covered with flies! The showers had water! There were modern supermarkets!

After Chuy/Chui, Pelotas felt like a normal place with the basic conveniences we needed. This is one of the most relaxed and sedate Brazilian cities I visited. It’s a strange mix of cowboys’ boots and Havaianas sandals in town, as the main industry is agriculture but it’s still a big city with universities and a large commercial centre for the rural areas. If it wasn’t for the language and a few Brazilian quirks, I would have thought I was still in Uruguay. Sun-baked cobblestone-paved streets, colourful buildings, a central market, mellow people…

At night, we joined locals at the Mercado Central for the last concert of the free 8º Festival Internacional Sesc de Música. We had no idea there was a festival going on. Travellers’ luck!

We have yet another bus to catch tomorrow but it was a nice relaxing stop.

Waiting for the bus to Pelotas at the Estação Rodoviária de Chuí (yeah, I didn’t exactly sleep…)
Pelotas
Pelotas
Pelotas
First cup of that awesome Brazilian coffee in Pelotas
Pelotas
Catedral Metropolitana de São Francisco de Paula Pelotas
Catedral Metropolitana de São Francisco de Paula Pelotas
Mark blowing bubbles at the federal police in one of Pelotas’ pedestrian streets
Mark blowing bubbles at the federal police in one of Pelotas’ pedestrian streets
Pelotas
Pelotas
Praça Coronel Pedro Osório
Pelotas
Pelotas
R. 7 de Setembro
Doces de Pelotas
Doces de Pelotas
Doces de Pelotas
Doces de Pelotas
8º Festival Internacional Sesc de Música
8º Festival Internacional Sesc de Música
8º Festival Internacional Sesc de Música
8º Festival Internacional Sesc de Música
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Zhu

French woman in English Canada.

Exploring the world with my camera since 1999, translating sentences for a living, writing stories that may or may not get attention.

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