No such thing as a stylish backpacker
At a samba club last night a Brazilian woman came up to us and asked where we were from.
“Estados Unidos, Inglaterra, Dinamarca,” we said.
She, answering in English, said, “Ahhh. I could tell you weren’t from here. Because you’re all wearing Havaianas.”
“The sandals are no good?”
“Noo! We wear the Havaianas for… going to the toilet!”
“And also, I could tell by your dancing.”
Then she walked away.