Candomblé, capoeira, and caipirinhas. This was Anthony Bourdain’s pilgrimage to Salvador da Bahia, Brazil, 10 years ago next month. After the end of a long, arduous season of Parts Unknown, Bourdain just wanted to kick back and give viewers a taste of fun and relaxation. It worked.
It’s worth noting that when Anthony Bourdain’s Brazil closed Parts Unknowns’s breakout third season 10 years ago, in June 2014, on CNN, it capped a season that included sobering visits to drug cartel Mexico and Vladimir Putin’s Russia, which, while gripping, didn’t exactly make for comfortable viewing.
The season also featured some of yeoman director/producer Tom Vitale’s then-best work to date, as Parts Unknown took on a more widescreen cinematic vision with each passing hour, beginning with the Punjab in India through Lyon, France, through the Mississippi Delta and finally into the green-limned rice paddies of northern Thailand.
It’s worth noting, too, that Brazil is vast, not so much a country as a subcontinent in its own right, not unlike India. The South is not like the North, and the Atlantic Coast is not like the Amazon.
Bourdain focused on Salvador da Bahia, a city of 3 million people, the original capital of Brazil, in the state of Bahia, situated in the Zona da Mata in Brazil’s sprawling northeast. Though Salvador and the more familiar — to outsiders, anyway — Rio de Janeiro share the same Atlantic coast, Salvador is not Rio, and by this point, Bourdain simply wanted to kick back and enjoy the moment.
“The wellspring for everything African and spicy,” Bourdain said in his opening voiceover, where things seem to sway and move constantly.
”It’s a place where everybody is sexy, where even the ugly people are hot. … This is where artists come from. African spiritualism, occult magic, Candomblé, capoeira. And caipirinhas. Did I mention caipirinhas?”
Oh yes, the caipirinha. “This indispensable icon of Brazilian beach culture is known to start with fresh lime. Muddle and mash with more lime juice, sugar, ice, (and) the magic ingredient, cahaça — that’s basically the distilled liquor of sugarcane — shaken, not stirred, and you’ve got yourself one of the world’s truly great cocktails.”
But wait, there’s more.
“I love nature and caipirinhas. Oh!”— startled by a hand pouring a glass in front of him— “What’s going on here? Caipirinha. Please. Sweet! This alone is an argument for the greatness of this country.”
Sweet indeed.
Bourdain journeyed to the northeast coast of Brazil mere days ahead of the 2014 World Cup, when the tourist hoards had yet to descend, supplemented by planeloads of lager louts from Germany who, as luck would have it, would have themselves a merry old time.
Bourdain found a Brazil cautiously optimistic about hosting a World Cup for the ages, and a chance to make history.
Soccer is to the national soul what samba is, after all, and Edson Arantes do Nascimento, Pelé to you and me, had long ago elevated the Beautiful Game to a worldwide religion, followed everywhere from Azerbaijan to Zimbabwe.
As luck — and some shocking defending — would have it, though, Germany would thump seven goals against the host nation in the semi-final, and dreams of a record World Cup win for Brazil dissipated in the tropical heat like so much sea spray.
The good citizens of Salvador da Bahia did what any sensible, happy-go-luck people with access to a warm ocean would do: they hit the beach.
This, people, is the meaning of life.
Today, ten years later, Germany is miserable — “We need to accept the situation,“ Germany manager Julian Nagelsmann murmured just this past November, hours after Germany lost back-to-back home games against Turkey and their smaller next-door neighbour Austria, “but we can’t fall into the role of being victims” — and Brazil still has the beach.
That 7-1 appointment with Ignominy seems a long time ago now.
For his part, Brazil caught Bourdain in a sunny mood.
Uncharacteristically sunny, you might say, given the rigours of the previous 11 months of making Parts Unknown. His working relationship with Tom Vitale was always complicated — just read Virtale’s book — but this time everything clicked.
“I try to go to Brazil whenever I can find an excuse,” Bourdain said in his program notes.
“The fact that I haven’t made a show in the city of Salvador since A Cook’s Tour, over 12 years ago, seemed like reason enough for another visit. Salvador is all the best things about the country boiled down into a thick, spicy African stew. It’s mystical, magical, incredibly colourful, and has its own choreography that we worked hard to capture.”
That meant shooting at hip level as much as possible, moving the camera “to convey the sense that, unique to Salvador, everybody is beautiful. Young, old, fat, thin, every hue and shade on an extraordinarily diverse colour spectrum—absolutely everyone in Salvador is beautiful.
“Even ugly people are beautiful. Everybody seems likely to start dancing at any moment, and they often do. There are drums and music everywhere. Large, cold beers and powerful beverages of crushed limes and sugarcane liquor, along with spicy fried things, seem to appear from all directions. It seems, from a visitor’s point of view, utopian.”
It’s not, of course, utopia at all. Brazil in general — and Salvador in particular— face enormous problems.
“I stopped trying to figure out Brazil years ago and after many visits just decided to go with the flow,” Bourdain reasoned. “The show we came back with, I hope, reflects that attitude.
“After nearly a year on the road and a solid block of shooting on five continents, this was the last new episode of the season. Given the rigours of all those miles and all those airports, I felt a “low-impact” episode was appropriate.” That meant somewhere warm where the music is good and the water is fine.
“Someplace that definitely doesn’t suck.”
It doesn’t.
And neither does the show Bourdain, Vitale and their crew produced. The music is alluring, seductive even, the ambiance terrific. “Sweet,” to use Bourdain’s word. Brazil was a fine way to close what was, by all accounts, a tough season to film.
Bourdain again: “I don't know if it's the booze or the music or the tropical heat, but after a while bouncing from place to place, wandering down old cobblestone streets, different music issuing from everywhere, a different party, people flowing out of buildings, one gathering, commingling with another, the music mixing, it really does seem that everybody is moving to some mysterious unknowable pulse, some unheard throb that moves people to constantly touch each other, stroke hips, necks, limbs…
“If you, say, found yourself in Brazil and have a chance to hire a boat, head for the beach with a bunch of new friends, and bring along a skilled mixologist, expertly trained in the fine arts of caipirinha making — why wouldn't you?
“Charge across the water, head for a nice, quiet island, order up some sun to come out from behind dark clouds right about now.
“Sometimes clichés are clichés for a reason. Because they're good ideas to start with, which is why people keep … using them over and over.”
In a perfect world, upon reaching said enchanted island, there’s not much to do but jump into the warm, inviting Atlantic waters, with a classic soundtrack playing in the background. Samba, say.
“Splash around for a while, maybe enjoy a nice cold beer or two,” Bourdain said in his voiceover.
“You truly have not taken a beach until a man has set up the caipirinha station. Then you know the LZ is secure.”
The LZ is indeed secure. Time to land the eagle.
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