Carlinho, Euda, Cristina, Daniel and I were at Dejaneir's farm (a neighbour who rents Cristina's aunt's farm) to check over his new milking machine and to borrow some vaccination guns. He was showing us through the intricacies of his 'pit' (where he attaches the milk pumps to the teets of the cows) and showing us how well his four year old son could shovel up cow manure, while Daniel feigned interest. We were about to leave so had removed ourselves from his hole and were making our way to the car in the normal Brazilian fashion. That is, walking a couple of feet, stopping to talk about something, moving another couple of feet, stopping to talk about something else, Dejaneir pleading that it was too early for us to go... etc. etc.