Taxitramas – “The tourist way of seeing things”

In front of the Bus Station, a Japanese man stopped my cab. He was dressed with shorts, shoes and formal socks. He had a camera around his neck and a map in his hands. Yes, a tourist! Let’s go!

As soon as we got to the second block on Garibaldi Street, he asked me to stop a moment. Then, he got off the cab and started taking pictures of the location.

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Taxitramas – “Stories of an Unforgettable Forum”

Toda semana teremos uma história do Mauro Castro, autor do livro “Taxitramas – Diário de um Taxista”, traduzida para o Inglês. Assim, você pode se divertir com as histórias que ocorrem a bordo do táxi do Mauro e ao mesmo tempo, praticar seu Inglês.

Stories of an Unforgettable Forum

With so many foreigners in Porto Alegre during the World Social Forum, the communication difficulties caused some embarrassments.

After many years working at the taxi rank, Bagual’s cab, currently, was on life support. With the windows closed (locked with a screwdriver) and the heater on and with its control stuck on High, my colleague’s car felt like the gaucho unit of hell.

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Taxitramas – “World Social Forum: theory and practice”

Hoje, iniciamos uma parceria muito legal com Mauro Castro, autor do livro “Taxitramas – Diário de um Taxista”. Toda semana teremos uma história do Mauro traduzida para o Inglês. Assim, você pode se divertir com as histórias que ocorrem a bordo do táxi do Mauro e ao mesmo tempo, praticar seu Inglês.

World Social Forum: theory and practice

Youngsters were the majority of the more than 100 thousand attendees of the fifth World Social Forum in Porto Alegre. Coming from all parts of the world, they colored the riverbank of Guaíba River with ideas of a more fair and generous world, free of Coca-Cola (forbidden soda in the Forum territory). For many it was a big ideological celebration; for others, it was much more than that.

The foreign girl entered my cab with an address written on a piece of paper. Feeling uncomfortable with the heat, she explained speaking an understandable blend of Spanish and Portuguese that she came from Spain and needed to find a person at that address – a lost street in the suburb, in the back of Vila Pinto, which I found with the help of the city Street Guide.

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