I have traveled to Brazil on 11 different occasions to preach in evangelistic meetings at local Baptist Churches. My dear friend, the late Dr. Alan Henson, interpreted for me. He was the son of a missionary to Brazil and could speak Portuguese fluently.
On each trip we would spend the final night in Rio to rest and purchase gifts for our wives and family. One morning I was hungry, but could not find Alan. I thought that I didn’t need him to go with me to have lunch.
Not far from our Hotel on the Copacabana I entered a small restaurant. I was the only person in the building that spoke English. The menu was in Portuguese. I finally simply pointed at something on the menu.
In a few minuets the waitress brought my meal. The meat was dark, like duck. I called the waitress over to the table and said, “Quack, Quack?” She quickly said, “No. No. Bow Wow, Bow Wow!”