Hotel Torres Da Cachoeira
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... Monday afternoon to glorious sunshine (it's winter here so that's a treat!). I'm staying in a gorgeous hostel on the beach in Barra de Lagoa, a fishing town - sleepy, but the parties are there if you go and find them (I haven't). It's been a super chilled week.. We checked out the surfers beach on Tuesday, where I learnt that I wasn't as wave-savvy as I thought I was. Turns out windy days on main bay are nothing (one for the Baynhams). I was, ...
... cokes. Toms in the sunlight behind the building chucking up. I see his shadow bent down and projectile vomit. Best ****. You should of seen it. It was better than that waterfall we went to yesterday. It might give iguazu a run for its money. Tom comes back, "arghh that's better". The hostel dude came up to us and said "there's this uni party tonight. Do yous want to come" and we're um-ing and are-ing and we said we'll think about it. As the guy was walking away ...
... 8221; I responded “N788W diverting 20 degrees west for bad weather” which is the polite way to say “I’m flying where the lightning ain’t”. She approved the diversion. After that I had to wrestle the weather for another 15 minutes or so, but fortunately no cluster of lightning strikes popped up in front of me and the ones to the east I left behind.
Eventually I broke out of ...
... He was driving like a lunatic... Up roads the wrong way and on the motorway driving almost bumper to bumper with bars and putting on his hazard lights and flashing them to get out of the way! He must have been going at least double the speed limit! Playing his Bob Marley tunes all the way.... Oh the irony! Despite not understanding much he seemed to understand my too fast too furious comment! By sheer miracle we managed to get our bus at the next stop!!! Never again will we miss a ...
... doing it. I am up. But this time I ride the wave till it dies out.
Like a dog with a surfboard in my mouth I return to the instructor; smiling face and laughing in excitement.
I do it a third time and get up no problem. After that one the instructor tells me to try it on my own... It was way more strenuous and difficult than expected to do it on my own. By the end of the day my arms were shot, my legs were fatigued and I ...