Skip to content

By mfretes93

I'm used to public transportation ruling my life. As a life-long city girl, I'm one of those people that gets raised eyebrows from people when I tell them that I don't know how to drive a car, and that I'm fluent in all things subway (or metro, when I'm in D.C.)

In any case, my reliance on public transportation everywhere in the States translates to an equal, if not even bigger, reliance on public transportation abroad. After all, as someone with an incredibly limited amount of funds, I'm not able to take a cab everywhere I want to go, and as I've stated, I'm about as adept at driving as I am at speaking Chinese.

Luckily, over the past couple of months, I've come to realize that Rio de Janeiro has a surprisingly useful system of public transportation that allows me to get from Point A (usually my couch) to Point B (usually food), even if it took some getting used to at first.

First of all, Rio de Janeiro is far more vast of a city than I originally imagined. It's one of those cities that you can travel around in for more than hour, maybe even two, and still really have gone nowhere. There are entire zones of the city that I still haven't stepped foot into, not because they're of no interest to me, but because they're on what is essentially the other side of the planet.

That being said, the transportation system in Rio de Janeiro does a good job of making the city seem less expansive than it actually is. It's comprised of a Metro--which, while fairly fast and clean, only has two lines that don't cover much ground as it should--and a lot of bus lines. And by a lot of bus lines, I mean over 400 of them. So even though the metro is much faster than buses, I usually end up on a bus because it'll take me exactly where I want to go.

I'm usually wary of buses because if I don't know exactly where I'm going, I spend the entire ride freaking out about missing my stop before, inevitably, missing my stop. And at first, I was scared of Rio's bus system given how many lines there are, and the endless number of places--all unknown to me--that the bus can take you. And I can't exactly ask for directions very easily, given my limited skills in communicating effectively in Portuguese.

But for what is essentially just over US$1, I can go just about anywhere in the city. Yes, you have to do some asking to make sure you're getting on the right bus, but there are signs at every bus stop that label the neighborhoods that each bus that passes by that stop drives through.

The hard part about riding the buses, however, isn't figuring out which bus you need to take: it's riding the buses themselves. Rio has a very unique system for paying for bus rides, in that there are two workers on every bus. There's the driver, of course, but then there's also someone sitting behind the driver to collect money from every passenger. Once you've paid your fare, you then pass through a turnstile onto the seating-portion of the bus.

Keep in mind that this--searching for fare, handing it to the worker, receiving change from said worker, and passing through the turnstile--all happens while the bus is in motion. So you will literally be thrown around the bus, from window to wall, at least four times before you even make it near a seat.

If you don't get a seat, at this point, you'll be thrown around the bus for however long it takes for you to reach your destination. After all, drivers around here have no respect for traffic laws, so bus drivers will weave between lanes and cars at breakneck speeds, with absolutely no regard for the laws of physics, until someone requests a stop, in which case, they apparently only use the emergency break.

And even if you do get a seat, well, you're still not safe from the manic driving that will undoubtedly occur for the duration of your ride. Your face may hit the window, you may fall out into the aisle. Who really knows?

That being said, the newest fleet of Rio's buses are not only clean, but they're also equipped with television sets that show the latest news and weather reports, in addition to short recipes, fun facts, trivia questions and yes, the latest Brazilian entertainment gossip. So at least you'll be able to distract yourself from the pain of your broken hip when you're sent flying halfway across the bus.

So while it's sometimes painful and confusing, I still believe that buses are the optimal way to get around Rio de Janeiro, especially since, in its current state, the metro simply doesn't go everywhere you need to go. It may be a long ride, depending on where you want to go, but for what it costs--just about nothing--it's efficient. Buses come often, seven days a week, and are relatively safe. Traffic can be annoying sometimes, but while you're on the bus, you not only have the great sights of Rio outside the window to look at, but informative television. What more could you ask for?

So as a lover of public transportation domestically and abroad, I'll highly recommend that you try out the public transport wherever you end up going, for the convenience and the cost-effectiveness, even if it costs you some pain in your tailbone.

And who knows, maybe you'll even learn something. Thanks to Rio's buses, I now know how to make strawberry jam. Que legal!

By mfretes93

When you're abroad in a brand new place, surrounded by new people and a new culture and maybe even a new language, sometimes the idea of traveling--and seeing even more new people, new cultures, and maybe even a new dialect--can easily slip your mind. Either that, or sometimes, it can even seem daunting.

Last weekend, I took a weekend trip to a nearby town called Ilha Grande. Situated on a giant island about 3 hours away from the city of Rio de Janeiro proper, it was an unforgettable experience during a semester that already is an unforgettable experience.

In somewhat of a contrast with metropolitan Rio de Janeiro, Ilha Grande was somewhat of a Caribbean adventure just outside of the bustling city. Yes, there are beaches in Rio de Janeiro--some of the best and most famous in the world--but being that it's such a densely populated city, sometimes it can be hard to find your own space at the beach, without traveling hours to find a spot hidden from tourists.

At Ilha Grande, not only do you have a beach haven, where you can walk miles along the sand and only encounter a few people, you also have the island mood. Everyone is constantly in a good mood; the sun is always shining; and there are enough adorable shops all throughout town to make anyone's heart melt, and their inner tourist--no matter how hidden--come out to play. Oh, and did I mention the painstakingly beautiful beaches?

But besides being an excellent getaway, the trip allowed me to realize one thing about study abroad: the necessity of travel.

It might seem counterintuitive sometimes to travel while you're already traveling, but study abroad is an immensely unique opportunity to see more of the world than the place you chose to study in. Not only do you have the time--an entire semester, and weekends are amazing opportunities to see other parts of a country--but domestic tickets, and even international ones across short distances, are usually cheaper than tickets to those same places from the States.

Sure, it's not always possible to travel, sometimes tickets just are too expensive and sometimes you just don't have the time. And I certainly don't plan on using every single one of my precious weekends in Rio to travel, but while I'm here, why not see as much of Brazil as I can? São Paulo is one hour away by plane; and the north and the south are both very accessible by flight as well.

After all, I've got three months left. That's 13 weekends, three of which are longer breaks from school. I say it's time to explore.

By mfretes93

In New York, punctuality is key. In the land of Wall Street bankers and subways so crowded that you can taste the sweat of the person standing next to you, everyone will do anything to be on time. And that applies to everything--you need to be on-time to class, job interviews; you even just want to rush grocery shopping, for the sake of rushing. And for us, "on-time" is 15 minutes early. And actually being on-time is a slap in the face.

Surprisingly, one of the hardest things for me to get used to in Brazil isn't the language or the food or anything like that--it's their concept of time and punctuality. Which is to say, compared to life in the U.S.--and especially New York--it might as well not exist.

To put this in perspective, my first classes in high school started at promptly 8:08 A.M. everyday. If you dared to arrive at 8:09--tardy. At GW, it obviously depends on the professor, but if I were to walk in to any of my classes 20 minutes late, I would be the object of snickers from my fellow students and a stern glare from the professor.

Meanwhile, in Brazil, walking into class 20 minutes late means that you've probably beaten the professor--he'll come in another 10 minutes. A class scheduled to start at 9 A.M. will most likely start around 9:30, and if it's also scheduled to end at 11, it'll probably end at around 10:30.

Which isn't to say that classes are a joke. You're still learning the material. You're still taking notes and answering questions and fighting the urge to go on Facebook on your phone. In other words, class is still class.

They just have a different idea of time and deadlines: here in Brazil, 9:30 is 9:00; 10:30 is the same thing as 11:00.

So if you ask someone to meet you for lunch at noon, don't expect them to show up any earlier than 12:45. And that mindset applies to just about everything--meals, class, hanging out with friends. It's just how time works around here--it's flexible, everything is fluid.

Which, to my eye, is more reflective of the way that Brazilians view life in general: just live! If you're too consumed by deadlines and rushing around the city to be on time, instead of appreciating the sights around you, you're not living life the way that life is supposed to be led.

Was this mindset hard to adjust to at first? Of course. But now, day by day, I'm watching the time-obsessed New Yorker in me slowly dissipate, replaced by a person who doesn't mind waiting for the next bus on a nice day.

One thing that I can't ever change, though? Walking fast, everywhere, all the time--sorry Rio, you can't change all of them!