Day 10: Buenos Aires

Today after breakfast, we loaded the bus for an hour-long drive to a gaucho ranch 80 kilometers outside Buenos Aires. After being greeted with hot empanadas (Argentinian meat pies), we lined up for horseback rides around a small field on the ranch. For a few of the singers (the Dukes included), this was their first time on horseback, so it was a new and exciting experience. After the horseback riding, we got to ride in a horse-drawn carriage (essentially the same route backwards). Due to space issues, some people rode in the cart while others were on horseback and then switched. I myself was the last person on the last carriage ride and had the wonderful opportunity to stretch myself across the other riders' legs in an attempt to fit in the carriage.




Following our riding adventures, our tour guide, Hernan, quickly showed us around the ranch house museum, telling us about traditional life on the Argentinian pampas. From there we proceeded to lunch (steak again, with blood sausage – ack! – as an appetizer). During lunch, we were entertained by a bit of a variety show. Somehow we got pulled into the performing, alongside acts like a pair of tango dancers and singer-guitarist duo. We even had some time to dance to the music ourselves.

After lunch, we went to the field again to watch a demonstration by a few of the gauchos. After herding horses grouped by color around the paddy, the played a traditional gaucho game in which they hook small hanging rings on sticks while galloping under them. For each ring they capture, they trade it to a lady for a kiss, so you could say a few of our girls got a little face time with the gauchos.

At the end of this demonstration, we loaded the bus to return to hotel. Back in the city, we had free time for the rest of the evening. Our choir decided to rest for an hour and a half and then meet to go to dinner as a group. We walked through the center of Buenos Aires to a nice Italian restaurant (where I accidentally ordered pasta made with squid ink). After dinner, we walked around the block to an ice cream shop in a mall. On the way to the hotel, we stopped by a grocery store to grab some bottled water and headed to our rooms for the night.

Day 9: Buenos Aires and La Plata

This morning following breakfast, we proceeded to the room we rehearsed in yesterday for a master class with Oscar Escalada, an Argentinian composer and arranger. We spent about two hours working on his piece "Libertango," a choral arrangement of a popular instrumental tango song. Escalada also enjoyed telling us long stories that pertained to his piece and the music of Argentina in general. Altogether, it was a very enlightening experience.

After running to grab our uniforms from our rooms, we loaded the bus for La Plata, the capital of the state of Buenos Aires. This city, founded in the late 1800s, was master-planned, as evidenced by the clear grid pattern of the streets (with a few diagonals).



After lunch (steak again) at a restaurant across from the zoo, the bus dropped us off in small groups all around the city. Our objective was to hand out a large stack of flyers and find our way to the cathedral by talking to the locals in Spanish. The people were very friendly, and several stopped and tried to talk to us about the concert. As La Plata also hosts a large university, English students had a chance to practice their English while we practiced our Spanish.

We gathered at the cathedral for a sound check and ate a boxed dinner afterwards.




At 8:00, the concert began. Once again, we were the first on the program, though this time the Philadelphia Boy Choir participated in addition to the Dukes. As we could only sing songs approved by the priest, our repertoire consisted only of sacred music this time. Despite the limitations to our repertoire, the cathedral was a fantastic venue. The high pointed arches and stonework of this exquisite neogothic cathedral provided us with superb acoustics, with floating in the air even longer than our first concert in Rio de Janeiro. To put the cherry on top, we performed quite well musically as well. The audience didn't compare to those in Rio, mostly due to the more reserved nature of the Argentine people. We even had a decent turnout for the ban on public gatherings due to the swine flu outbreak.

After the concert, we loaded the bus once again for the ride back to the hotel. Upon our arrival at the hotel, we went to bed fairly shortly.

Day 8: Buenos Aires

Today has been a busy day. We had a relatively early morning to grab breakfast at the hotel and then rehearse at 9:00. After about an hour and a half of rehearsal, we switched with the Dukes (who had arrived late the previous night), which gave us a bit of down time and then some free time for lunch and a bit of shopping.

At 2:00 (which means 1:30 in Argentina), we met in the hotel lobby for a bus tour. On the tour, we passed many important and beautiful sites, including the Argentinian capitol building, the obelisk commemorating Argentinian independence, the "Pink House" (the president's house famous for Eva Perón's balcony speech), several other governmental buildings, a famous sundial bridge designed by Santiago Calatrava, and the Boca Jr. soccer stadium. We even had time to stop and get out to see the National Cathedral, Carminita street (from a famous tango song), and at one of the most important cemeteries in the world.






Back at the hotel, we had over an hour to rest before meeting for dinner. The restaurant at which we ate is tied to a local tango venue, so after our three course meal, we crossed the street for a tango show. Between the three pairs of dancers and the tango band, the experience was pretty incredible, and the intermission by an Andean band just added to the experience.

We finally returned to the hotel around midnight and went straight to bed (hence this blog being in the morning instead of the evening).

On the Home Front

We would like to extend our thanks to the families and friends who worked at the Georgia Dome earlier this week as part of the tour fundraising efforts. We appreciate the many long, tedious hours of work you put in to support the tour team while abroad.

Day 7: Rio de Janeiro to Buenos Aires

This morning, we got to sleep in just a tad extra because we didn't have to be packed and ready to go until 10:00. After breakfast, we loaded the bus for the drive to the airport. Upon our arrival, we bid adieu to our bus driver, Stefan, with a relyricized (yes, I just made that word up) version of "Bring Me a Little Water, Sylvie." Likewise, the adult staff performed their own song for our tour guide, Fernando. They will be sorely missed as we leave them behind in our venture to Argentina.

At the airport, we checked our luggage and then had plenty of time for lunch. Unlike the Atlanta airport, most of the shops and restaurants are outside of security. After we passed through security, there were only a few duty-free shops to keep us entertained.

The flight was quick and smooth. Although the flight was only three hours long, we got a full meal (despite just having had lunch). To top things off, we had nice views of Rio de Janeiro and Buenos Aires during takeoff and landing.


At the Buenos Aires airport, we met our new bus driver (nicknamed "Gato") and our new tour guide, Hernan, a very eccentric man to say the least. We checked into our new hotel, a very beautiful and historic building just off Buenos Aires's main avenue.

After about an hour to settle in, we met in the lobby so that we could walk to dinner. Though we had copious amounts of pizza again tonight, the experience was completely different. We munched on several different types of Argentinian specialties, notably a ham/bell pepper/olive combination.

After dinner, we returned to the hotel for a relatively early night to bed.

Buenos Aires seems like it's going to be entirely different that Rio. The people seem a bit more reserved with their emotions and more adherent to stricter etiquette than the people of Rio. The city also has a far more European flavor, with architecture reminiscent of Paris or Washington (which was designed by a Frenchman).

Day 6: Rio de Janeiro

Wow. Just wow. All I can say is that the concert today was unbelievable. Definitely the highlight of the trip so far. More details in a few minutes.

The morning started off easy. We had a free morning so we all slept in a little (but not too late to miss breakfast). Pretty much the entire group went to Copacabana Beach, just two blocks from the hotel. The cool green water splashed and swelled as we waded and swam. A few people made sandcastles, and Myles got turned into a sand mermaid.

Having returned from the beach, we had free time for lunch on our own, shopping, and rest. Of particular interest was the local music megastore, where a group purchased some samba, bossa nova, and other music.

When it was finally time to go, we loaded the buses and drove to a nice church in Ipanema. Smaller than the cathedral yesterday, this church was still beautiful and produced some nice overtones nonetheless.

After a quick dress rehearsal, we had some time to change and nibble on the snacks provided for us. Then came the concert.

To begin with, we performed most of our pieces better than yesterday (and changed the repertoire slightly). However, the audience truly made the concert the highlight of the week. Though last night's audience was quite receptive, they were vastly outdone by tonight's audience. The crowd practically filled the entire church, and we even drew passersby off the streets. Beyond that, the audience clapped and screamed loudly after every song. I don't think I've ever seen such a positive response to "Bring Me a Little Water, Sylvie," and we practically had a standing ovation before we started "O Pato," a popular Brazilian song (half the audience even sang along).

But the best part of the concert was the finale. When the entire audience started singing and waving their hands with us to "Singabahambayo," I could feel the spirit of the entire Carioca people and their appreciation of life. They applauded so loudly at the end of the concert that we repeated "Singabahambayo" as an encore, filing out of the church as we did. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

After the concert, we quickly changed into street clothes and walked a block or two to a late dinner. This Italian(-ish) restaurant worked much like the Brazilian barbecue places, but instead of serving us endless amounts of meat, the waiters ran around with all sorts of pizza. They even had dessert pizzas (chocolate with strawberries, pineapple coconut, and even a chocolate and cream calzone).

Returning to the hotel, we settled in somewhat early, as the rain prevented much socialization on the roof and as we anticipated our flight in the morning.

Day 5: Rio de Janeiro

This morning after breakfast, we went to the Hippie Market in Ipanema. We had two hours to browse the eclectic collection of vendors stalls. Wandering through an entire block filled with tents, we found products ranging from purses made out of Coke can tabs to hand carved musical instruments. In the center of the plaza that housed the market was a collection of art vendors, some of whom sold folk art while others sold beautiful landscapes.

Following our time in the Hippie Market, we again lunched at a Brazilian barbecue, the Ipanema location of the same chain where we dined the first night. Having finished our early lunch, we had about half an hour of free time during which most of us ventured down to Ipanema Beach.



Loading up the bus again, we headed for the Candelaria Cathedral, the oldest cathedral in Rio de Janeiro. Between the gorgeous architecture and the spectacular acoustics, Candleria provided us with a truly heavenly (though not air-conditioned) performance space.



After an hour or so of warmups and practice, we performed our first true concert of the tour. We performed first, followed by the South African choir (which I realized I have not yet established as the Duke of Cornwall Singers). As usual, we concluded with our two comined pieces, "Abanije" and "Singabahambayo." The concert was truly amazing. Though there were a few spots we could polish off, we still performed brilliantly. I will never forget how gloriously the final chord of Romero's "Ave Maria" hung in the air for several seconds, reverberating off the gilt vaults and marble walls of the cathedral. To top it off, the audience – supposedly a turnout of around 800 – was extraordinarly receptive and gave us multiple extensive standing ovations.

As the high of the concert was wearing off, we returned to our hotel and met for dinner, where we ordered steak, thinking the menu said chicken. Oops. It was good steak, though…

After a quite quick rehearsal, we had some free time in the evening and went to bed early.

And now a message from our singers:


Jessie lane

Hi mom, dad, bell, etc.
Tour is amazing. Like really. Wow. We just had an awesome concert; about 800 people were there apparently, and the church we sang in had incredible acoustics. Anyway, I’m having lots of fun, singing constantly, enjoying the culture shock…yeah. I’ll see you in about a week!
Luvs,
Jessie

p.s. mom, remember that text that I sent you as I was walking away from you in the airport? The one having to do with my debit card? Yeah, could you do that please? I’m broke, and it stinks. Kthanksbye


Mama, Papa, Gia, Anya –
Privet!! Rio is beautiful and rainy, although we’re hoping it will clear for tomorrow for our morning on the Copacabana beach ☺ I can see the Christ the Redeemer statue from my window, and it’s incredibly impressive in person. We’ve climbed up some big rocks (Sugar Loaf – looks like a loaf of bread, named that way because Brazil exported sugar) and shopped, danced samba (unsuccessfully on my part I might add, the tempo was way too fast). Food is amazing :D lots of meat and fried bananas and pastries. We had a great concert today at the biggest cathedral in Rio. Amazing acoustics and beautiful space. We’re drinking lots of bottled water and not drinking the tap water. I will wear my white pants to the beach tomorrow, so do not worry, it will be done.
Rio is very strange.. I imagine that New York might have looked like this in the 1930’s (but with my knowledge of history that’s probably a false statement). There’s gorgeous hotels and landmarks everywhere but in the background you always see the shanty towns lining the mountains. They look pretty and colorful from a distance, but there are several million people out there living in poverty. We met children from the City of God at the samba school and they are really no different from us (except for the language barrier – a much bigger problem than I expected..). It’s a very vibrant city and people smile back at you if you smile.
In short, it’s amazing. We also saw the avenue where Carnival takes place. The water is cold though. We have a pool on the roof of our hotel! A very small one but with a great view of the city.
I am also very tired and will stop rambling for the moment.
Oh and we have to watch “City of God” and “Central Station” – so please order them from Netflix ☺
Paka paka ☺
-Liya


Hey Chaps! (as some of the South African Choir members would say)
Brazil has been great so far. My favorite part has been hanging out at Sugar Loaf Moutain the view was gorgeous, the temperature and winds were just right and it was sooooo peaceful. I didn’t want to leave at all.
However, not all of our sight seeing spots have had nice breezes. When we went up to the top of Corco Cavado Mountain to see the Christ the Redeemer monument, the winds were strong enough to hold us up whenever we leaned forward. The monument itself was incredible. We actually have a really nice view of it from the roof of our hotel.
Well, I’ll write more later. I really just wanted to say that I’m having a great time, I love you all and Ken, Happy Birthday (check out July 24th’s post, you might have missed something :P ).

~Hannah M.


Hey family!! I love you!
Laura


I'm not cold. Yes, I wore a belt with that.
-Brian Drexler

Day 4: Rio de Janeiro

Directly after breakfast, we boarded the bus and drove along the coast and past the future Olympic stadium (Rio de Janeiro is a candidate city for 2016) to a samba school in the suburbs. Upon our arrival, the samba school students performed a few songs for us. Then, we performed a song, the South Africans did one of their pieces, and then we sang two pieces together. After we finished, a group of children from the surrounding shantytown community performed a pageant to a song by one of Brazil's most famous composers. Following that, we watched a kickboxing demonstration by local kids.

Later, a percussion group started to jam as a few samba dancers came out and danced for us. The dancers dragged a few of us out onto the dance floor, and the gradually the whole choir (and the whole audience) was dancing. Towards the end of the jam session, the samba school fed us a lunch of rice, beans, and various pig parts. As we finished lunch, we started the Pony Game. Though it was hard to hear over the samba music that was playing in the background, we eventually drew the South African choir and several of the samba school children into our game.



Eventually, the percussion group started up again, putting an end to our game. More dancers appeared and danced a flag dance, the traditional dance for saying goodbye. Meanwhile, the percussion ensemble had snagged a few of our singers for their ensemble.

Once the last of us had loaded the bus, we headed to a pavilion that featured vendors from the northeast of Brazil. Wandering through a forest of blue tents enclosed in a modernist arena, we explored stores that sold products ranging from inflatable Hello Kitty balloons to various wooden trinkets of unknown purpose.

From there, we went to Sugarloaf Mountain, the enormous, pointy mountain at the entrance to Rio de Janeiro's harbor. After riding the two cable cars to the top, we had time to explore the summit and browse the gift shop. As the sun was setting, we found ourselves breaking into song, inspired by the breathtaking beauty and the mysterious mood added by passing clouds.




Having returned to Earth, we finished off the evening with a pizza dinner (yes, there's Domino's in Brazil) and a quick rehearsal.

Day 3: Rio de Janeiro

Bright and early at breakfast, we met the South African choir with which we'll be spending the next few weeks. They had arrived late the previous night, so we didn't see them until the morning.



We left for Corcovado directly after breakfast in an attempt to get to the Cristo Redentor statue before the inclement weather did. At the bottom of the mountain, we boarded a bright red cog railway. The train pulled us up the mountain through the rainforest while providing us with spectacular views of Rio de Janeiro and the Atlantic Ocean. We even got to be serenaded by a samba band that hopped on the train.

Upon climbing the last few stairs to the top of the mountain, we arrived up close to the gigantic statue. It was fascinating to see the individual pieces of faintly green soapstone that covered the exterior of the statue. The base of the statue also provided extraordinary panoramic views of the entire city and harbor of Rio de Janeiro. Adding to the unbelievable experience was the force of the wind on the mountaintop. Our anoraks made as good sails as they did jackets.




After the journey down the railroad, we took a bus tour of downtown Rio de Janeiro, passing famous sites like the opera house and the train station. We even had a few minutes to hop out and wander around the National Cathedral, which the locals call "the Volcano" out of their hatred for the dictatorial government that built it.

Our bus tour ended at the National Historical Museum, where we spent an hour wandering through the expansive exhibits. The museum showcased artifacts from the entire history of Brazil (and occassionally had English translations). We lunched at the museum's cafeteria, ending up a few chickens short of 23 full meals.

After quickly changing at our hotel and picking up the South Africans, we went to a music school for an exchange with the locals. This music school serves as community center, bringing residents of the slums together through music. As part of the exchange, the samba school students taught us one of their songs, and both we and the South African choir performed for them. It was a truly enlightening cultural experience.

After an hour of rest time, we met in the hotel restaurant for dinner. After enjoying the buffet, we had yet another exchange, this time with only the South African choir. We performed a few of our pieces, and the South African did a few of theirs. We then taught the South Africans "Abanije," and we wrapped up the evening when they taught us one of their pieces.

And now a message from our singers:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEN!!!!!! I hope it is amazing, that your trip went well, and that you enjoy the nicely baked cake that’s iced in green and sitting at home. I love you! And once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
~Hannah M.

Days 1-2: Atlanta to Rio de Janeiro

Upon landing in Rio de Janeiro after a long flight with seats uncomfortable for anyone over 5'6", we met our tour guide and loaded the bus that was waiting for us. Passing by the slums whose jumbled, red brick apartments carpeted the hillsides like an abstract rock formation, the bus took us into the heart of the city. We stopped for lunch – and a bit of shopping – at the RioSul shopping center. Four floors of convoluted corridors and countless shoe boutiques provided more than enough to explore for the hour we had.

On the way to the hotel from RioSul, we stopped at Copacabana beach, perhaps the most famous beach in the world. Directly across the street from the beach is the well-known Copacabana Palace Hotel (below). Our tour guide, Fernando, informed us that we could become movie stars or supermodels just by hanging around the hotel's pool for a few minutes. At least that's what Gisele Bündchen did…


After our brief stop at Copacabana Beach, we were finally able to check into our hotel, the Hotel Mar Palace Copacabana. Just two blocks from the beach, the hotel also sports a breathtaking view of Corcovado and the Cristo Redentor statue from the roof.

Having moved into our rooms, we had three hours off for catching up on sleep and picking up bottled water at a nearby grocery store. This was followed by an intense rehearsal in a unnaturally humid room.


We finished off the evening with dinner at a local Brazilian restaurant, complete with servers who ran around with endless spears of meat that they shaved onto our plates. Countless types of meat, along with the salad bar and the numerous cheese pastries, left us stuffed and content as we walked back to the hotel for an early bedtime.

Welcome!

Welcome to the Atlanta Young Singers' blog for the 2009 Major Tour to Brazil and Argentina! This is where we'll be posting updates and fun photos throughout the tour. With our departure set for tomorrow, we're all getting very excited for the trip!