Goldy 4 a week

 

I got lucky enough to arrive back on the Goldie at the same time as a flat spell breaking south swell. The flight was good overall, way better than the flight going to Brazil. I read my first book in Portuguese in about 5 years, it's called The Schopenhauer Cure. David swore that one of the characters was just like me so I got curious. Philip Slate, ex-sex maniac, decided to become a therapist to support himself while he carries on with his pursuit for knowledge through the great minds from the past. Typical situation of those who don't quit their dreams.. having to do something to survive while don't quit their real passion.
I like the book, almost lost it along with my newest camera, but some good hearted Queenslander found it at the Coolie airport and called me so I picked it up straight away. Lucky it was this Airport or i would be too far by now..
My sleep is fucked, rested from 7 to 2am and up I am since then.. it's 11am now, i got pretty much every minute of today well planned so I get my obligations out of the way and have a solo session at cudgen precisely in the best time of the day.
Oh buggert it, I'm writing too much.

 

After the Natal trip I had probably the best week in Brazil. Didn't really take that many photos though.. the farewell party was pretty sick, there were heavier waves, specially outta front in Leblon and the club crawls were all quite wild.
Some funny moments illustrated in the photos above.. with the boys, the hottie danielle surfin and gettin on the plane to Aus but already fantasizing about gettin in Indo.

Natal

 

 

 

Just before my last week I went to Natal with my mum, sister and her mate. Its in Northeast Brazil, a 3 hour flight. Sick town, always warm and fabulous food. The "excuse" was a botanics congress my sis was participating. No one wanted to come into to town at nite, so I headed there on my own, good fun, as it always is when one goes out alone in a completely strange city.\
The only downside of the adventure is that, in spite of keeping my taboo of never getting robbed in Brazil in my whole life, I got too drunk and gave away that necklace of mine to some random chick I don't even remember the name lol
She was cool though..
Lucky I'm going to indo in a week, so it won't be hard to find another necklace.. and all the barrels I didn't find in Natal.

 

 

 

 

No shortage of reefs in Northeast Brazil, shame that the wind is restless and the water color is kinda ugly.
Still, the consistency of swell is not bad and it's the water temp is always above 21 celcius. pretty relaxing, uncompromised surfing around here..

 

 

 

 

Sick views on the way to that historical army thing

 

 

 

 

For how far it is, 3 days in Natal was probably not quite enough.. The swell was semi inexistent, but the shape of that extra long rock bottom right hander point break was in itself enough to make me dream of how good it can get. I had waist high long and fast rights for myself all day in the second day, so gotta say I loved it.

The last day was raining like a matha facka, we didn't do much b4 leavin at 12noon

 

Ended up leavin Rio b4 I got a chance to have a go at hang glinding.. def next time though.

Buzios

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alright, one more trip. this time to Buzios. My mum and I spent 22 hours there on monday in her new house.
That was fun but I don't know why I travelled so much with my mouth still like that..
I got the stitches out on wednesday and am surfing again, but eating is still the biggest mission, almost not worth it.
I'm kinda feeling the same way, but it's been 9 days now so I'm just doing everything normally and letting it sort itself out.
Been pretty bored today.. I better start drivin here, the traffic is crazy but staying on the computer for fucken 5 hours is just unacceptable.

 

 

 

 

After being naughty on Saturday I was fucked up on Sunday and had to be spectator in a classic late arvo at Arpoador, my home break.. useless bloody wisdom cunts...

Sao Paulo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Since I was screwed up from pulling my teeth out I decided to spend 8 hours in Sao Paulo and catch up with some relatives. Shame that Saturday happened to be the biggest day of swell so far.. pretty bumming but I would have to get rid of them wisdoms at some stage.. so may as well do it where your mum can hear you complain rather than Aus or Indo
My mouth was still jaded from the surgery of 3 days b4, but i didn't resist and ate heaps in SP.. it felt afterwards like there were pieces of food in the holes where the teeth came from lol
I hadn't been to Sao Paulo for about 12 years.. it seems I can survive perfectly well without it, but I gotta admit the food is all time. From those street markets where you can find every eatable resource known to men to the buffets and restaurants full of variety, it seems like they got so much free time due to the lack of beaches around that they dedicate their lives to eating well.
It was awesome to say hi to my great grandma n grandpa too, they still remember me although I’m twice as old as last time.
I was back in Rio by 6pm.. that night I had a blast and broke in every possible way the jejum from the prior 3 depressing crook days, only to wake up worse than ever on Sunday lol