Morning routine, unlike that of the army

Trip Start Dec 26, 2009
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Trip End Dec 22, 2010


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Flag of Brazil  , Santa Catarina,
Tuesday, January 26, 2010

I sat there, listening to the sweet melody of the waves serenading me a romantic like tune. The sun raised Gracefully, spreading itīs intense orange light across the once dark sea. Itīmajestic rays sending a uplifting energy through my body. As if it were communicating with me, telling me "to go, join the sea". I had permission, I would ride itīs waves.

Up at 6 am to watch the sunrise,  followed by a session in the surf without the crowds. This was my new morning routing. To live a life like this, is to live a life of bliss. My time on the island of Santa Catarina has so far been memorable. It has such a diverse landscape. Ranging from picturesque lakes, secluded waterfalls, rugged sand dunes and curvaceous beaches with consistent swell.

I spent the first two days on the less developed southern end. Away from the summer crowds and the superficial party goers. There is only one hostel and virtually no advertisements for tours, perfect!

One early morning, as I sat on my rundown rented surfboard while waiting for a set of waves to come in. Nature decided to reveal itself in all itīs glory. A blue streamline hump emerged from the ocean, the sun glistening off it glorious body, followed by a recognisable fin, just 15 meters away.

A moment so unique, almost unimaginable. At first, I was in a state of bewilderment, followed by immense appreciation. The sensible side of my brain kicked in. A moment of hart racing panic follwed. I had to get the fuck out of there. I don't want to die just yet, I still had months of exploring ahead of me.

I snapped my head over the left shoulder, to see a local looking in the same direction with a proud smile slapped on his face. Cupping my hands together with a wide eyed expression, I motioned a fin, alternating my thumb up and down. As if to ask him if itīs safe to stay or should I go. He smiled, turned his thumb up and continued waiting for the next set. I decided to paddle just a little bit closer to shore.

I met a local, named Bere. He was trying to start up a tourism business. He sang in a band, surfed, practiced Capoeira, had a 14ī sail boat. All this, combined with an enthusiastic charm, warm hart, a knowledge of how to get to the "secrete spots" a great sense of humor and motivated by the need to fix the roof over his mothers head.  I was confident that he would do well. His marketing campaign was somewhat non-existent. I talked to him about advertising and such things. Hopefully he took it on board.

I told him I would go on a tour with him around a lake, Lagoa De Peri, to see a waterfall, . This isnīt my style, normally I would roll around and locate the waterfall myself. But I enjoyed his company, his stories and was curious about his life style. I had a great time. He didn't make much dosh off me. I hope he does well with his business, one day I may return to see how he has progressed.
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