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♪ bourdain ♪ ♪. ♪. ♪. ♪ . ♪ ♪ ♪. you find yourself in the heart of the heart of brazil. where the magic comes from. if you want to get there, just follow the sound of the drums. this is salvador, city of 3 million people first capitol of brazil, the well spring for everything african and spicy where things seem to sway and move constantly. its place where everybody is sexy or even the ugly people are hospital unsurprisingly, this is where artists come from. african...

Mama always said that was a good idea. its the booze, the musc, the tropical heat but after a while downing place to place, couple stone street, different musc, people flowing out of buildings, one gathering commingling with another, music mixing it does seem everybody is moving to some mysterious unknowable pulse, some unheard throb, moves people to constantly touch each other, stroke hips, neck, limbs .

Clove with a mix of, uh, honey, lemon. >> anthony: alcohol? >> claudio: yes. >> anthony: alcohol of unknown origin dispensed from atop the head of a stranger? >> anthony: its good. >> claudio: thats good? >> anthony: mama always said that was a good idea. >> claudio: welcome to salvador. >> anthony: i dont know if its 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 diffe...

>> anthony: what is it? >> claudio: its a -- clove with a mix of, uh, honey, lemon. >> anthony: alcohol? >> claudio: yes. >> anthony: alcohol of unknown origin dispensed from atop the head of a stranger? >> anthony: its good. >> claudio: thats good? >> anthony: mama always said that was a good idea. >> claudio: welcome to salvador. >> anthony: i dont know if its the booze or the music or the tropical heat but after a while bouncing from place, to place wandering down old cobblestone streets, dif...

>> anthony: what is it? >> claudio: its a -- clove with a mix of, uh, honey, lemon. >> anthony: alcohol? >> claudio: yes. >> anthony: alcohol of unknown origin dispensed from atop the head of a stranger? >> anthony: its good. >> claudio: thats good? >> anthony: mama always said that was a good idea. >> claudio: welcome to salvador. >> anthony: i dont know if its the booze or the music or the tropical heat but after a while bouncing from place, to place wandering down old cobblestone streets, dif...

>> claudio: youll try that! >> anthony: what is it? >> claudio: its a -- clove with a mix of, uh, honey, lemon. >> anthony: alcohol? >> claudio: yes. >> anthony: alcohol of unknown origin dispensed from atop the head of a stranger? >> anthony: its good. >> claudio: thats good? >> anthony: mama always said that was a good idea. >> claudio: welcome to salvador. >> anthony: i dont know if its the booze or the music or the tropical heat but after a while bouncing from place to place, wandering down ...

Clove with a mix of, uh, honey, lemon. >> anthony: alcohol? >> claudio: yes. >> anthony: alcohol of unknown origin dispensed from atop the head of a stranger? >> anthony: its good. >> claudio: thats good? >> anthony: mama always said that was a good idea. >> claudio: welcome to salvador. >> anthony: i dont know if its 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 diffe...

Some unheard throb that moves people to constantly touch each other, stroke hips, necks, limbs. ♪ ♪ it is useful to know that of over 12 million africans dragged, ripped and kidnapped from their homelands, nearly 5 million ended up in brazil. 1.5 million of them in bahia alone. pelourinho became the locus of a vast infrastructure of plantations and the slave trade that powered them.

>> its carameo, clover and a mix of honey and limon. >> alcohol? >> yes. >> alcohol of unknown origin dispensed from atop the head of a stranger? >> its good. >> thats good? >> mama always said that was a good idea. ♪ i dont know if its 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 ano...

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. ♪ ♪