After an evening of beers and too liberal a bar tender's hand in pouring cachaca into a coconut I'm was drinking from: Jen and I sat at a beach bar in Ipanema and this poor homeless bloke wheels up (literally). He had basically no lower body and was pushing himself around on a skateboard with his one working hand. He was mad or drunk and was saying something to the bar man who ignored him and continued playing cards. Her then rolled himself over to us and started gibbering and I couldn't tell if he was asking for money or a drink or what. Then we saw he was brandishing a $10 note. Still wasn't sure what was going on. Be-grudgingly the barman put down his hand and got out a beer. The bloke needed me to open it for him as that's hard with one hand. Speaking to Jen immediately after I said I wasn't sure if they were ignoring him because he was drunk or historically troublesome or an undesirable spectacle. Said I wasn't sure if he was begging initially and things changed when he pulled out cash. I also said I wasn't sure we should leave it at that and maybe go and give him some money whether he was begging or not. Jen then looked at me blankly, thought about whether she was about to say it, then with a Mother Teresa expression said that she had smiled at the barman which she was pretty certain was the reason he was eventually served. And by that she meant "we've done enough - I took the time to wield my superpowers of smiling". And apparently she went to Women's.

Also, we went and watched the local black and white derby at Maracana tonight. Jen's newly adopted Vasco beat my newly adopted Bogofota.