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Posted on: Lunes 7 julio 2008

Bon, récapitulons:

Au mois de mai je suis allée au Brésil pour me faire arracher les quatres dents de sagesses. Les dentistes là-bas sont très bons, d’autant plus que dans la ville où vivent mes beaux-parents est la faculté de dentistes (denturologie? dentisterie?). Donc dans cette ville, et dans toutes les autres que j’ai visité (je sais pas si c’est partout comme ça au Brésil), il y a des cabinets dentaires à chaque coin de rue (et même plus)! Jamais vu autant de ma vie. D’ailleurs ma belle-mère m’a affirmé qu’elle était choquée la première fois qu’elle est venue au Canada de voir autant de gens avec des mauvaises dents! C’est vrai que là-bas les prix de consultations chez le dentiste (et le chirurgien plastique! ha ha) sont beaucoup plus abordables…

Bref. Je suis restée 4 heures sur la chaise à me faire arracher les quatre dents de sagesses qui étaient dans des directions très bizarres (quand j’aurai trouvé la radio, j’en mettrai une copie ici, c’est assez loufoque!). L’opération c’est bien passée. J’étais sous anestésie locale seulement, donc j’entendais tout ce qu’ils se disaient (il y avait le dentiste “normal”, le chirurgien dentiste, et l’aide), et le bruis infernal de la scie, qui sciait, qui sciait (mes dents étaient très croches, je vous dis)… J’étais très nerveuse pour la première dent, mais ça allait pour le reste, à la fin j’étais juste fatiguée de me faire charcuter.

La convalescence c’est bien passée aussi. D’ailleurs, comme je ne pouvais pas mastiquer pendant quelques jours, j’ai réussi à perdre les 5 kilos dont je n’arrivais pas à me débarasser (youpie!). Mes joues ont gonflé un peu mais pas trop, la cicatrisation sans problèmes, et trois semaines plus tard je pouvais ouvrir la machoire normalement pour monter dans l’avion du retour (snif!).

Tout a très bien été. Super satisfaite du service: le prix une fraction du prix canadien, les gens sympatiques et tout, et tout.

SAUF QUE. Aujourd’hui, à l’heure où j’écris, il y a un truc dûr qui sort de la gencive du côté inférieur droit. Ma langue le touche sans arrêt. Il y a qlq jours, je me disais que c’était peut-être un morceau de la machoire qui ressort (ma machoire est un peu bizarre là bas dedans), mais ça a commencé à sortir tout doucement… Zut alors, je me suis dis, ils ont oublié un morceau! Coup de panique hier, je parle à D, qui appelle ses parents, qui appellent le dentiste, que nous appelons à notre tour. Mon beau-père disait déjà qu’il y avait aucun problème pour que je retourne là-bas (j’aurais pas dis non si on avait l’argent! hé hé). 😉

Finalement le dentiste a dit que c’est très rare, pratiquement impossible et surprenant, mais que ça se pourrait que se soit un morceau de dent qui est resté égaré (parce qu’ils ont dû scier la dent tellement de fois…) et que la gencive l’expulse maintenant… Il a aussi mentionné la possibilité que se soit l’os de la machoire qui se resoude mal. Je pense pas, sinon ça serait pas en train de sortir. Et un os vivant exposé, ça fait vachement mal, alors que là n’est pas le cas, c’est juste génant.

Donc je vais attendre patiemment que ce bout de dent se fasse expulser de la gencive (et je vais sûrement l’avaler un de ces jours! hi hi) 😆

Il fallait que ça m’arrive, à moi. Le petit nuage de malchance me poursuit.

*BONUS* Un article interressant à propos de dental tourism (en).

I have to admit that I’ve been dragging to write this post. Somehow writing this last story about my Brazilian trip meant that it was really part of the past. As if not admitting it to myself would keep it more alive in my memory, but I was fooling myself and in fact probably the opposite will happen if I don’t write now, one month after: I will forget the most beautiful subtleties, the details, the smell of the sea, the earth, the humidity of the forest.

South of Ilhabela, viewed from the ferry boat that crosses the channel from São Sebastião to Ilhabela (free access for pedestrians and bicycles).

In our last week, we decided to go camp at a beach not accessible to cars. From the ferry boat that arrives to Ilhabela (en), we took the bus that goes south along the coast until the end of the road, then we had to walk during 5 hours through the forest, always along the coast, on a trail that starts quite large and becomes narrow and chaotic. Hiking on our way there, the first day, wasn’t very fun because we weren’t sure of how long it would take us to get at out destination. We wanted to find the campsite before nightfall (it starts getting dark around 17:00 in winter).

The walk seemed to last forever up and down the hills, me tired twitching my ankles many times (it’s a theme when I’m tired). We were in the forest and I could even stop watching the trees! I’m sure I missed many interesting animals. 😐 Walking along the coast, we couldn’t even see the sea (too many trees). 😦
BUT suddenly after a hill turn, I knew we couldn’t be far anymore; I smelled it in the air. Difficult to describe: it’s the perfume of the ocean, the sound of the waves crashing against the coast.

Then we saw it. We saw praia Bonete, the beach that, we had heard of, was hard to access, and that we therefore imagined pretty wild… was NOT.

Getting there!

There was a village there. Not just fishermen who are poor but have some kind of craft, or poor but welcoming to tourists. No.
People so poor that can’t find paint to cover their walls, but somehow can afford a mega satellite dish to watch TV. 😕

Beside every shack we could see some ugly thing like that:
satellite dish
I don’t quite understand.

In addition the people weren’t friendly. I mean, considering that most Brazilians are over-friendly, we felt that this people didn’t want to be bothered with tourists during the low-season. We ended up putting our tents in a “camping” that was in fact the backyard of a family… with hens and stray dogs.

OMG, the stay dogs. They were all healthy, they had perfect teeth and didn’t look skinny at all, but they have a serious problem with dogs in praia Bonete. They seriously should have a campaign to neuter them all, because when night falls and campers are trying to sleep, all you can hear are those dogs running after each other, barking and fighting for a female.

Besides that, the place was quite beautiful, but as D and his brother told me: there are tons of beautiful beaches in Brazil. This was just one of them.

The beach is well known among surfers. We don’t surf, but we had fun hours on end jumping in the waves. 🙂

Happily, after three days of swimming, jumping in the wave and getting eaten up by borrachudos (nasty tiny flies that bite feet and ankles and leave red dots the size of a mosquito bite… Mine continued to itch 3 weeks after!), we had a whole day in front of us to enjoy our way back.

And enjoy it we did. We had so much fun taking time to walk watching everything and taking lots of pictures, that time flew by, even after having not slept nor eaten well for a couple of days.

I loved going hiking/camping/swimming surrounded by nature, far from civilization (almost). It reminded me some camping in the wild I did as a kid with my parents in the Spanish Pyrenees mountains.

We’ll do that again, but not at the praia Bonete!

The second time we went to São Paulo, it was a family trip. We all jammed ourself in the car, very early in the morning, to head to the city. This way I got the chance to experiment the terrible traffic that I heard so much about, the never ending traffic jams, the stress of the conductor (my deepest respects for my father-in-law), etc…

My super-mother-in-law wanted to buy shoes in her favorite shoe store (the one where the models go, because since they are so tall, they proportionally have big feet, like my MIL). So, we were there at the opening of the store to avoid the crowd. Once more, this was a very good idea; a couple of hours later it was so crowded that we could barely walk around anymore! Anyway, we left her there in her shoes paradise! (I would have loved to buy more shoes, but I was kinda stretching the budget already…) 😉

The men and I walked through the streets of the surrounding very nice neighborhood in direction of the Ibirapuera park, sort of the Central Park of São Paulo. On our way there, the apartment building were gorgeous (and their price probably too), maybe not so much because of the buildings themselves, but because the vegetation in front and on the balcony was as always fascinating. I was walking my head watching around and up, not looking were my feet were going, and of course twitching my ankle a couple of times in the process. 😆

“I wouldn’t say no if we had to live here”, I said to D. “I wouldn’t mind either”, he answered (dreaming doesn’t hurt anyone). 🙂

I thought I was walking in the enchanted forest, but in the park it got even better.

O bosque da leitura (the reading woods)

As per D, it used to be dangerous to venture there alone, but that day we could see many joggers and families with children… as well as the presence of the police everywhere. I didn’t feel the insecurity that I had heard about. Hopefully it part of the past or maybe it depends at which time of the day you go there (comparably I suppose it’s not a good idea to stroll around central park in NYC alone at night either) 🙄

Yes it was hot and humid.

I love these trees with roots hanging out of the branches. Funny how sometimes the roots find a branch below and blend into another branch/root.

After some more walking and awing at our surroundings, we picked up Lucia and her five (!) new pairs of shoes, packed ourselves in the car again, and had a walk around another park, parque da indenpendência, around the palace of the Emperor, now museum Paulista (aka do Ipiranga).

De todo un poco

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