Unfiltered by Hyperlocal
Brazil doesn’t give you postcards — it gives you whiplash. One minute you’re drinking cachaça from a plastic cup in a backstreet boteco, arguing about football with a retired bus driver who knows Pelé’s cousin; the next, you’re knee - deep in some Bahian grandmother’s kitchen, learning that her ‘secret’ moqueca recipe changes depending on which grandkid is asking.
