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ja se encontravam do lado de dentro, esperei que a porta se fechasse contra as minhas costas para que eu pudesse viajar. No caminho, pelo fato de estar de costas para a porta, varias pessoas tentaram forcar a entrada num vagao ja incapaz de acomodar ninguem. Inclusive tive que discutir com uma senhora que, totalmente alterada, me xingava e forcava uma caixa de isopor contra minhas pernas dizendo "que tinha que entrar naquele vagao porque ia trabalhar!" (Sim... O Metro autorizou a entrada de pessoas com caixas de isopor de pequeno volume, mesmo nao oferecendo estrutura para tal).Ao descer na estacao, apesar de o trem estar funcionando apenas para desembarque, a massa de pessoas acostumadas a diariamente se jogar na plataforma antes do fechamento apressado das portas, saiu as pressas empurrando todos que estavam a frente. Imagino a quantidade de itens (carteiras, celulares, cameras...) que devem ter caido no vao da plataforma e de pessoas que devem ter sofrido quedas e escoriacoes devido a falta de segurancas na plataforma para auxiliar a saida organizada da estacao (o condutor da composicao deveria ter sido orientado a pedir calma aos passageiros antes de o trem chegar A estacao e informar que as portas ficariam abertas por 30 segundos , mas o Metro Rio desconhece o conceito de proatividade!).Uma vez deixada pra tras a desorganizacao do Metro Rio, finalmente chegamos a Copacabana, onde mais dores de cabeca me esperavam. Chegar a areia em Copacabana exigiu verdadeira estrategia de guerra. Desviar de pessoas paradas em grupos, fluxos continuos de familias e amigos que passavam no sentido contrario em trenzinhos (para evitar se perderem na multidao), vendedores ambulantes mal humorados que apareciam do nada com isopores volumosos e molhados... E isso tudo sem mal conseguir enxergar onde se pisava.Quando finalmente consegui chegar a areia percebi algumas tendas armadas. Pensei tratarem-se de postos da Guarda Municipal ou da PM pra tomar conta das pessoa na praia. Nao era: pessoas que chegaram mais cedo a praia simplesmente armaram tendas, isolaram o acesso as mesmas com elasticos e cordas e fizeram suas pequenas areas VIP na areia. Ou seja, a praia inteira foi loteada em verdadeiros labirintos de tendas (e barracas de camping!) que diminuiam o espaco disponivel a populacao que foi assistir a queima de fogos e aos shows e tornavam virtualmente impossivel chegar ate o mar!Durante o tempo em que estive na praia, notei ao menos duas discussoes entre pessoas mais exaltadas. Havia torres de policiamento na areia, mas os PM's ignoraram estes incidentes de forma categorica, quase como se estivessem ali a lazer. Da mesma forma, nao havia guardas municipais ou PM's circulando entre as pessoas para acalmar animos ou inibir assaltos (eu testemunhei duas pessoas se queixando apos roubos).Depois da queima de fogos, para evitar o tumulto do retorno pra casa, preferi aguardar que a praia esvaziasse. Deixei a praia as 3:45h da manha e me dirigi a estacao Arcoverde. Note que aguardei mais de tres horas apos o fim da queima de fogos para ter tranquilidade em minha volta para casa. Ao chegar em frente
a estacao Arcoverde notei que havia uma fila cercada circulando a calcada para entrar na estacao, de forma a organizar a massa de pessoas que voltariam de metro. Pensei comigo "ok, vamos pro final da fila". Procurando o fim da fila eu cruzei uma esquina. Depois duas. Tres... Tive de caminhar ate a Rua Siqueira Campos - a cinco quadras de distancia da estacao! - para chegar ao final da fila!E se ja nao estivessemos cansados o suficiente por ficar de pe na praia desde as 22h e ainda termos de caminhar por 10 minutos ate o final da fila e esperar mais 20 ate que chegassemos a entrada da estacao, ao longo da fila ainda tivemos que lidar com varios idiotas tentando furar fila! Aconteceu duas vezes na minha frente quando a fila (que andava pelo asfalto) precisou ser cortada pra dar passagem a carros que vinham das transversais a Rua Toneleros. Em uma das vezes a pessoa fingiu ter se confundido e saiu da minha frente diante do olhar de um guarda municipal que acompanhava a situacao em silencio e que manifestou um simples "Eu tava so de olho pra ver se precisaria eu te ajudar" como apoio. Na segunda vez tive de levantar um pouco a voz e perguntar ao casal a frente dos penetras se eles os conheciam e, diante da negativa, os "espertos" sairam da fila.Cerca de 10 minutos depois comecei a ouvir uma senhora se queixando em voz alta um pouco mais a frente na fila: um grupo de mais de 7 jovens (homens e mulheres) tomou a frente dela na fila e debochavam das reclamacoes dela. Avistei na esquina seguinte um guarda municipal ao lado de um PM e fui pedir por auxilio pra lidar com a situacao. O PM me olhou de relance e me ignorou como se eu fosse um mendigo tentando entrar em um restaurante caro, enquanto o guarda municipal sugeriu (sic) "Com tanta gente na fila, sera que voces nao conseguem se juntar pra tirar os caras sozinhos?". Agradeci batendo palmas e, de forma ironica, elogiei sua "iniciativa" e "atitude"...Na curva de inicio da Rua Toneleros encontrei um grupo de uns 12 guardas municipais e, por estarem em maior numero, achei que pudessem resolver o problema. Um deles mencionou que quem estava lidando com a situacao eram os funcionarios do metro e pediu que eu me dirigisse a estacao. Atravessei a fila diante de olhares furiosos de pessoas que achavam que eu tambem fosse um penetra e encontrei um grupo de funcionarios do metro que assistia com 2 PM's ao fluxo de passageiros que entrava na estacao. Informei sobre minha conversa com a guarda municipal e os mesmos negaram com um sorriso amarelo e informaram que - pasmem! - a organizacao da fila estava sendo feita exclusivamente pela guarda municipal!!!Enquanto eu controlava minha raiva diante da resposta do funcionario do metro percebi que havia uma massa de pessoas se aproximando da entrada da estacao pelo outro lado, sem entrar pela fila. Elas nao apenas se aproximaram, como entraram na estacao sem
ter esperado na fila! E fizeram isso diante da total indiferenca de PM's, guardas municipais e funcionarios do Metro Rio que ouviam os gritos de "olha a fila", "entra na fila", "olha o penetra ai!" com total e completo desinteresse pelo bem estar da populacao!Desci na estacao de Sao Cristovao as 5:40h da manha. O trajeto - mesmo em horario de rush - e feito numa media de 40 minutos. Devido ao descaso do Metro Rio com a organizacao da fila, levei o triplo do tempo normal pra chegar em casa e completamente arrependido de ter acreditado nas palavras bonitas anunciadas pela Prefeitura do Rio de Janeiro e pelo Metro Rio!Resumindo: A menos que voce invada a faixa de areia com um trailer ou um onibus, que coloque uma cerca de arame farpado para garantir a comodidade e seguranca de seus convidados e contrate segurancas particulares para garantir seu espaco loteado, nao recomendo a ninguem confiar nos esquemas especiais de transporte organizados pela Prefeitura do Rio de Janeiro ou pelo Metro Rio. Fique em seu hotel, pousada ou ate em casa com seus amigos e evite uma ulcera nervosa ou um infarto no ano que vem!!![ENGLISH]My experience with New Year's Eve on Copacabana began on December 30, ie, two days before New Year. I went to Central subway station in the afternoon trying to buy the special roundtrip tickets to Copacabana. Once the special transit scheme for New Year's Eve would interrupt traffic in Copacabana until 4:00 am forcing everyone to walk to Praia de Botafogo in order to take buses back home (and this "organization" did not sound any good to the ears ...) I chose to use the subway, which would save me making a "half-marathon" after the fireworks to get home!Arriving at Central Station to buy the special tickets, there was this queue of over 100 people (and increasing every minute ...). But there was not a single employee of the Subway along the queue instructing about the purchase of the special tickets or about the purpose of that queue. The only employees outside the ticket office were two security guards who were behind the turnstiles. I asked them about the queue and they confirmed it as being for purchase of the special tickets. I waited 10 minutes in that queue and did not move. Then I remembered that stations Carioca and Largo do Machado were also selling the reveillon tickets. I left the queue in an attempt to buy a ticket to go to one of these two stations at that very moment, which would certainly be with smaller queues than that at the Central station. And, to my surprise, when I got to the box office, the clerk heard that ticket sales had already closed on those two stations and that there, in Central Station, they only had one-way tickets to 11:00 PM and 12:00 AM!In other words : I just obtained this information because I tried to go to another station. If I had waited in that queue for more than 1 hour - which certainly
would have happened, given the immobility of the queue - I would have had a very seriously argument with the clerk, because they made me wait in a queue for nothing. Many people must have been upset with the disservice offered by Metro Rio that day...On December 31 I took the subway to Copacabana at Largo do Machado station. I expected that both the platforms and trains would be full, after all the New Year's Eve in Copacabana is an event that attracts people from all over the world. But my expectation was that the subway company - at least - would provide trains at intervals of less than 5 minutes from the start of the New Year's Eve special operation, to avoid overcrowding in wagons. Mere mistake ...Knowing that the special operation scheme of Metro Rio would begin at 7:00 PM, I bought roundtrip tickets to access the subway at 9:00 PM (2 hours after the start of subway's special scheme). To my surprise, upon arriving at the station, I had to wait for FOUR trains to pass with all wagons crowded till the doors so that I could - forcibly - enter into a wagon!I was accompanied by my girlfriend and my mother-in-law. I had to press them against people inside the train and grasp firmly to the edge of the wagon entrance so as not to fall from it. Having my body pushed by everybody who was already inside the wagon, I waited for the door to close against my back so I could go on that train. On the way to Copacabana/Arcoverde station, as I was facing away from the wagon door, several people tried to force entry into the wagon where we were, that could barely accommodate people that were already in it. I even had to argue with a upset lady who was totally upset, cursing me and forcing a styrofoam cooler against my legs saying "I have to get in that wagon because I am going to sell beer in Copacabana!" (Yes. .. Subway authorized the entry of people with styrofoam boxes on such a difficult condition, while not offering structure for such).When I got off the station, although the train was not opening for people to enter, the mass of people used to throw themselves up on the platform on a daily basis before the wagon doors close, hurried pushing everybody on their way. I can only imagine the amount of items (wallets, cell phones, cameras ...) that must have fallen in the gap between the train and the platform and how many people must have suffered falls and bruises due to lack of security people on the platform to help organize the exit of the station (the train driver should have been instructed to calm passengers before the train reached the station and emphasize that the doors would be open for 30 seconds, but Metro Rio is does not know the concept of proactivity!).Once the messy Metro Rio was left behind us, we finally were at Copacabana, where more headaches awaited us. Reaching
the beach at Copacabana demanded real war strategy. Diverting from people standing in front of us in groups, continuous streams of families and friends who passed in the opposite direction in lines (to avoid getting lost in the crowd), grumpy hawkers that appeared out of nowhere with polystyrene bulky and wet coolers... And all this without hardly being able to see where we were stepping.When we finally got to the beach I noticed some tents armed. I thought they were posts of Home Guard or from the military police to take care of population on the beach. It was not: people who arrived earlier to the beach simply pitched tents, isolated access to them with ropes and strings and made their small VIP areas in the sand! That is, the whole beach was subdivided into real mazes of tents (and camping tents!) that diminished the space available to people who went there to watch the fireworks and concerts and made it virtually impossible to reach the water.During the time I was on the beach, I noticed at least two fights between more excited people. There were policing towers in the sand, but police officers emphatically ignored these incidents, almost as if they were there for leisure. Likewise, there were no guards or municipal guards circulating among people to inhibit assaults or calm down spirits (I myself witnessed two people complaining after thefts).After the fireworks, to avoid the turmoil of people returning home, I preferred to wait for the beach to be empty. I left the beach at 3:45 AM and headed for Arcoverde subway station. Note that I waited fore more than three hours after the end of the fireworks to guarantee the tranquility of my trip back home. When we got in front of the station I noticed there was a queue surrounding the station's sidewalk to enter the station, in order to organize the massive number of people who would return by tube. I thought to myself "ok, let's walk till the end of the queue." Looking for the end of the line I crossed the first corner. And then two corners. Three corners... I had to walk through Rua Siqueira Campos - five blocks away from the subway station! - To reach the end of the queue!As if we weren't tired enough after standing on the beach since 10:00 AM and still had to walk for 10 minutes until the end of the queue and wait for 20 more minutes until we got to the station entrance, along the queue we still had to deal with many idiots trying to bypass us! It happened twice in front of me when the queue (who was being "organized" in the middle of the street!) had to be interrupted to give way to cars coming from the cross street Toneleros. One time the person pretended to be confused and vanished due the gaze of a municipal guard who followed the situation in silence and told me "I was just watching to see if you would need help with him" in a supportive
way. The second time I had to raise my voice a little and ask the couple ahead of the smart-asses if they knew them, and due the negative answer, he left the queue.About 10 minutes later I began to hear a lady complaining aloud a little further ahead in the queue: a group of more than 7 young men (and women) took place in the queue right in front of her and mocked of her complaints. I saw a municipal guard and a police officer on the next corner and I asked for help to deal with the situation. The police officer glanced at me and ignored me like I was a beggar trying to get into an expensive restaurant, whilst the municipal guard suggested "With so many people in that queue, how come you don't take care of the guys yourselves?".Astonishingly I thanked him clapping and, ironically, praised his "initiative" and "attitude"...At the beginning of the curve of Toneleros street, near the entrance to the station, I've found a group of about 12 municipal guards and, as they were in great number, I thought they could solve the problem with the disrespectful people in the queue. One of them mentioned that the subway employees were handling the situation and asked me to look for help concerning that at the station. I crossed the line in front of angry gaze from people who thought I was cutting in line and then I found a group of employees who attended the subway with two police officers who watched the flow of passengers coming into the station. I informed about my conversation with the municipal guards and they denied it all with a grin and said that - gasp! - The organization of the queue was being made solely by the municipal guard!!While I controlled my anger after the feedback from the subway employee I realized that there was a mass of people approaching the entrance to the station from the other side of the street, without going through the queue! They not only came as they also entered the station without waiting in the queue! And they did it in front of the police officers, municipal guards and employees of Metro Rio who heard the cries of "go to the queue", "get in line", "ditchers!" with complete and total disinterest in the welfare of the population!I got off the train at Sao Cristovao station at 5:40 AM. The trip - even in rush hours - is complete in an average of 40 minutes. Due to the negligence of Metro Rio with the organization of the line, it took me three times that to get home and I felt completely regretted for being so naive to believe in the nice words announced by Rio de Janeiro city hall and Metro Rio!So, in short: Unless you invade the shore with a trailer or a bus, surround it with a barbed wire fence to ensure the comfort and safety of your guests and hire private security guards to ensure your space allotted, I would not recommend
anyone to rely on special transportation schemes organized by the Rio de Janeiro city hall or Metro Rio. Stay in your hotel, hostel or even at home with your friends and avoid an ulcer or a nervous stroke next year!!Seguem os links pros videos que eu fiz mostrando o caos do Reveillon:Here are the links to the videos I made showing the chaos of New Year's Eve:Reveillon 2013 pelo Metro Rio (Parte 1 de 2) - Subway mayhem Reveillon 2013 pelo Metro Rio (Parte 2 de 2) - Subway mayhemReveillon Rio 2013 - Areia VIP e Metro lotado - Shore turned into campsite
(Written by an airline pilot specially to people who use air transport in Brazil.)For someone to understand how aviation works in Brazil, one just needs to follow this idea: imagine yourself driving a luxurious BMW in the middle of a safari in Africa. That is pretty much how it feels for an aviator flying in Brazil: you have cutting edge technology within your plane but poor and outdated system surrounding you. I'll explain it with details.Delays: Delays in Brazil have unusual characteristics compared to worldwide ones. Whenever there is fog, only Guarulhos airport (in Sao Paulo state) has a more accurate system for landing by instrument, known as "ILS Category 2". Curitiba also has it, but it's so confusing that they put the system to maintenance exactly during fog season.Shamefully Porto Alegre, Florianopolis and Confins do not have this system. Those airports always close because of fog. Manaus, which has an extremely strategic location and always has fog, also has no ILS. Note that In the U.S. there are over 100 airports with ILS category 2".If you are a passenger going to Porto Alegre, know that your plane can not divert to Florianopolis in case Porto Alegre is closed. Florianopolis has an absurdly small patio for only five airplanes. Without mentioning that on summer Florianopolis receives 150 more charter flights than usual. This airport, shamefully, has no taxiway (runway for aircraft taxiing to the main runway), requiring the aircrafts to tax down the main runway generating greater spacing between aircraft approaching, or causing delays.If you are arriving in Sao Paulo, the problem is similar. Guarulhos' patio is always packed, as well as Victoria and Confins. Galeao (International Airport - GIG) and Congonhas were in the same situation of crowded patio days ago. Pilots who had Galeao as an alternative runway had to listen to a "negative" from the controller to divert to that airport. Galeao was in the flight plan as the "alternate" runway.Therefore, if the controller approved the plan before taking off, that means that following the schedule is a matter of law and not of convenience.Northeast: Flying in Northeast part of Brazil is quieter because there is less air traffic, but then there is another problem: The air traffic control has the disservice of counting on military aircrafts doing training flights which consequently generates delays, usually more than 20 minutes in departures, what triggers an even greater delay to these aircrafts that arrive late to southern Brazil. Accordingly to international flight rules an aircraft in international military education takes precedence over civil aircraft in passenger arrivals and departures, however, if the country wants to adopt international rules by the book, let them build military bases for specific military training. Bear in mind that this is Brazil and not Europe or the U.S., where the planes are sequenced for landing with 4 kilometers separations between aircrafts, while in Brazil is 8 km between aircrafts and, in the case of Florianopolis, it reaches 20 km per aircraft for lacking of taxiway.Know that every Brazilian pilot feels safer flying in the U.S., Europe
and Asia than flying here in Brazil, indeed disappointing, but I'll explain why ...Here in Brazil there is a rule: "the shortest distance between two points is a curve." Did you know that when you leave the Brazilian coast and goes to Sao Paulo you fly in a curve? Flying over Rio de Janeiro is obligatory. pilots have to fly a straight line through Minas Gerais. This outline flight over the coastside generates at least 1000 more liters of burnt fuel in each flight.In the U.S. air ways no longer exist, but only the straight prow to the destination. There they have agreements with NGOs and understand that the less time a plane stays in the air the lower the greenhouse effect. If it happened in Brazil, it would be the equivalent of taking off from Salvador and the controller allowing direct prow in Sao Paulo. 1000 liters of kerosene are wasted, and burned over the heads of Cariocas every 2 minutes! (Let Green Peace know about that. They'll be overjoyed.)The excuse can not be flow separation, since the U.S. are larger than Brazil, and their airflow is fifty times greater than in Brazil. Brazil's flight hours in 50 days are equivalent to U.S. flights in just one day. "It could be worse if snow fell in Brazil. Daily messy air traffic control would be a catastrophe."But do not blame the controllers. The fault is not theirs. Brazilian air traffic control system is the one that is archaic and insecure. The salary of these controllers is low and there are lots of people working there without any commitment to their profession. Some are serious and dedicated but don't have decent working conditions. One single controller handles various regions of the country and they all suffer too much pressure to, ultimately, be less efficient controllers than Americans, Europeans and Asians.The other day I heard a radio controller saying goodbye because he got a better job - it is shameful for a country that wants to offer a "first world" service - but I wished him the best and hope he is happy in his new well-payed job now. He has certainly not been valued as he should.Being an airline pilot, I can say without exaggerations that flying in Brazil today is like being in a kind of flying yellow alert. Another accident is very close to happening. When taking off does we are never sure to land at the destination or alternate airport. The other day five airports were literally closed for lack of patio: Confins, Galeao, Vitoria, Guarulhos and Campinas. So you have to take off from Brasilia to Sao Paulo with enough fuel to divert to Salvador!Theses continuous problems will make Brazilian aviation impractical, not to mention the sale of our airlines to neighboring countries, due to high tax rates on them, so that, to survive in the market, undergo miraculous partnerships including moving the head offices to neighboring countries to get rid of Brazilian nonsense taxes, in other words, they now will pay taxes in another country ... Why does