Rocinha, Rio de Janeiro, Brasil
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On Friday, I did another organized tour through my hostel, but this time it was of a Favela called Rocinha. It was probably one of the coolest tours I’ve done in my entire trip. It was only three hours long, but really sparked my interest and curiosity.
I did the tour with around 15 other people from different hostels. We were picked up by the guide, and driven to the entrance of the Rocinha favela, which was literally maybe a 7 minute drive from our hostel. Many of the favelas in Rio are located very much inside the city. One reason for this is because when you work as an employee for small company in Rio as a cook, cleaner, driver, whatever, your employer has to pay your way to and from work. Therefore, if your employee lives close to you, you don’t have to pay as much for their transportation. Anyway, before we started our tour we warned that we were only allowed to take pictures in certain designated areas, and that are guide would let us know when the time was right. This is because the favelas in Rio are run by drug dealers. There is no police control on the inside. The police patrol the outside, but the society inside a favela is run by drug lords. The drug lords obviously don’t like it when people take pictures of them or of their environment, because these pictures may tip off the cops as to who they are and how their operation works.
When we arrived at the entrance, there were police standing and patrolling outside. We each took a motorcycle taxi up to the top of the favela through the main road, a ride that took maybe 10 minutes. The motorcycle ride was pretty cool, my first time on a motorcycle in South America. The moto-taxi dropped us off in front of one of the two free medical clinics in Rocinha. The favela itself has everything in it a human being could ever need: drugstores, grocery stores, restaurants, schools, banks, en even a McDonalds: people wouldn’t even need to leave if they didn’t want to. Everything can be bought inside the favela. In this way they act as their own separate communities. We started our walk at the entrance of this long alleyway which serves as a street. I happened to notice a man with a huge machine gun at the entrance, and young guys with walkie-talkies as well (all part of the drug-dealing ring; anyone whose seen the movie “city of god,” can imagine the visual). They were basically keeping track of where we were and what we were doing. We weren’t followed or anything, but they did know where we were at all times, they had lookouts at different spots within the favela. Don’t get me wrong, I did not feel threatened at all during any of the tour. The guide and the company we went with were well respected within the favela, and people like that tourists tour it because it brings money to their community. The guys at the entrance of the alley were the only ones that I saw carrying guns throughout the whole tour.
Our first stop on the walking tour was a lookout point at a school, where we could get a view of the favela (check out the pics). We then went to an artist’s studio, where I bought a really cool piece of art. W then started walking our way back down to the entrance through the favela. We came upon a pair of young men who offered to play us some Samba music, using a plastic bucket and a metal bucket as drums. They were super talented. We then continued walking and came to a small bakery where we bought freshly backed treats, and continued our walk to a local daycare.
The favela has some social organizations that are contributing to the improvement of the community. The daycare is provided to working parents, but they have to be interviewed beforehand so as to make sure the parents are actually working and not just taking advantage of a social service. Like I said above, the medical clinics are for anyone, free of charge. The favela also has a community sports and recreation center with a pool, football field and other activites for children, but the requirement to use the facilities is that the kids attend school. There is also a volunteer organization within the favela in which people can volunteer to work with children.
However, despite these programs, the extreme poverty, unsanitary conditions, and the corruption that plagues these places are ever present and striking. I had seen/known about other favelas in other countries in South America: Ciudad Bolivar in Bogota, the metro-cable ride I took over the favela in Medellin, my drive through the favela in Lima, but this was my very fist time actually in one, walking around. The up-close sights, smells, and overall feeling the place gives you were perplexing. I felt really inspired hearing about some of the positive movements and programs that have been created, but when contrasted with the actual state of people’s homes and the environment that these people live in, it was crazy. Without proper water, garbage, and infrastructure, the place is literally brick, and garbage…I couldn’t help but wonder intensely about the state of people’s health. The guide later told us that, not surprisingly, Rocinha has some of the highest rates of TB, dengue fever, and skin diseases, among many others.
But, despite the poor state of living, and what looked to me like a poor quality of life, we came across several groups of kids who seemed happy, and alive with life. While most of the adults we crossed were quiet and solemn, the children and young adults, seemed happy. As we were ending our tour, the guide stopped to talk to a group of kids that he knew. As the conversation ended and the kids went along their way, passing through the group, one boy locked eyes with me, grabbed my arm tightly, and said “I love you.” He was about 8 years old…and already charming the pants off of people. As cute as this gesture was, I could only think about how this kid might use his charm: will he use it for evil, or for good when he grows up? Living in a favela is literally “living la vida loca,” being exposed to so many different things on a daily basis, you would certainly have to have an incredibly steady head on your shoulders to make your way out of there one day. I certainly hope that he does.
Interesting fact: The word "favela," comes from the word for fava bean tree, which is the main type of tree that grew in favelas when they were first established.
View from the top of the favela. The skyscrapers in the background mark a wealthier neighborhood |
the blue bins hold water for the household |
Samba beats being played on a plastic bucket and a tin can |
Gang tag |
Notice all the wires - stealing electricity |
An estimated quarter of a million people live in Rocinha |
The main avenue has all the colorful buildings |
Bullet holes in the brick |