I am remembering a trip to Alagoas. It was difficult for me because I didn't speak Portuguese as most of the villiagers, but a select few understood German and thus I communicated.
This is some time in 78' or 79'. The villiagers would spat on us because they didn't buy into our special kind of voodoo (we being myself and my two Russian companions (a married couple from Irkutsk)).
Alagoas is known as a huge sugar exporter, we were not there for their sugar canes though. We were there for the very strong alcohol that was rendered from the sugar canes in little illegal stills deep in the jungles. I knew a handful of parlour/ vaudeville-esque magic "TRICKS", we tried to use these to scare the villiagers into respecting us. It had almost the opposite effect.
Instead, they forced us to work, for starters digging up the bodies in graves that were to close to the river, and moving them to the other end of the villiage. When that task was done, we were thrown into a "silver" mine, which ended up being a large crypt.
We were chased into the darkest wings of the crypt by staved prisoners turned cannibal by desperation. After untold days in the pitch black, we stumbled upon an underground stream. We followed this stream until we found a small opening to the outside world.
We didn't leave Alagoas with any sugar cane alcohol, but we did leave with a good story,... and malaria.

My Robot Pirates and My Self Visit Seattle
ORIGINAL POST DATE: THURSDAY, THE 20TH OF MAY, 2004

Our vessel, a 1962 Flagship from Bulgaria, pulled into the Puget Sound as we made ready to depart. My crew, all robot pirates, made ready with cutlasses, muskets, and pistoles. Some recycled robot crewmen loaded the cannons and fired on the WATERFRONT. I will not forget the scene as Piers 55 and 56 went up in a cloud of wooden planks and fresh seafood. I put on my awesome tricourne, and led my robot pirate militia onto the remaining portion of the WATERFRONT.
Our first stop was the AQUARIUM, whereto we made it unchallenged. My robotic lads and I cracked open all of the tanks and helped to escape all of the friendly (and unfriendly) fish back into the ELLIOT BAY. We decided to head toward the PIKE'S PLACE MARKET. We were headed off by several bums and hobos from what had been the WATERFRONT (and their beggin' ground). At first we thought we had a battle to fight, but they agreed, nay volunteered, to join us. We sent them to wait for us on the boat.
The KING COUNTY SWAT TEAM (KCST) were waiting for us at the MARKET. They were armed with those crazy clear shields and some pump action shotguns. Our muskets put lead pellets in many asses before they opened fire on us. Their buckshot stung, but was not good at peircing our robotic exterior. Five of me men fell, but in a third of an hour all 33 foes were dropped by blade and powder.
At last we were at our destination, a very overpriced RECORD store. The plunddering was good, I found a great FROGS album. We then went to a teaparty. We stopped by the magic store, then we left, VINYL in hand.
We sent our five fellen men in a floating pyre in the direction of VICTORIA ISLE CANANADA. We returned to our boat the "JOLLY RAZOR", and headed down the coast for MEXICO. We fed the hobo's some very good aspargus stew, and began training them in the art of plundering. I hung up my Tricourne, wiped down my blooded cutlass/katana, and packed away my pistole. I put on a TALKING HEADS album, and plugged myself into a battery charger, listening to the sound of me men trying to knock down the SPACE NEEDLE via cannon and html.code.