A little white car took us off into the island of Santa Caterina and after getting really confused with directions we found ourselves on the edge of a lake which felt like a Sunnier Lake Como. Thinking we were heading north we headed off, stopping at a spectacular view and them slammed into the centre of the city of florianopolis.
After eventually working out which way up we were we cruised past Pria Mole, surf capital of South Brazil, and onto Barro de Lagoa to chill on the beach. Within a few minutes Ramunas had picked up a girl to meet the day after and I started pining after a bit of action. A few miles up the road the waves got more interesting and we wrestled with the waves and bodysurfed around.
On the way to crashing the night in a cheap place we had seen we stopped off at Pria Mole and took photos of surfers in the twilight, deciding then and there to head surfing the next morning, and sticking to our plans we were at the beach at 9am.
I´d love to paint a picture of huge waves and me elegantly gliding along inside the curl, but the fact was that I was crap, my knee not being stable enough to get me standing for more than a minute... think I´ll stick to kitesurfing...
Finding ourselves back in barro later, Ramunas caught up with the girl and we tried to find somewhere for him to stay. I was going to head south to somewhere remote that i had heard about, but bumping into some fellow travellers we ended up in a great place on the other side of the river.
That night after mucking about in the dunes was the first meal I´ve cooked in a month and lots of drinking ensued...
1 comment:
I didn't know you were on this thing! Your pictures are heaven...not got round to the words yet, but I shall.
x
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