Sao Paulo to Paradise

I'm currently writing this blog post while sitting in a hammock on the upper deck of our hostel next to the bar. My view from here is a large bay, surf breaking on the sand and some tree covered mountains. Des and Booley are in hammocks next to me reading their books. It's a very different existance to that 24 hours ago.



Our trip to the bus station was relatively straight forward. Although the logisitics of moving a 160 cm board bag onto a busy metro meant I got left behind at the first station and had to catch up with the other guys at the next stop.

Once we'd arrived we decided to stock up on some supplies for the long journey ahead, however the bus terminal was sorely lacking in supermarkets. So while I watched the bags, Des and Booley went to the mean streets outside the bus station looking for bottles of water. They managed to find a bar that would sell them some but as they were leaving a tramp stumbled over to them mumbling in Portuguese. Being the kind souls they are they gestured to the barman to give the bloke some water, the barmen set up a glass and poured the tramp a big measure of Rum, which they then had to pay for.

After the trampy adventures outside the bus station we jumped onto our night bus bound for Florianopolis. We'd paid a little extra to get the Executivo bus and in return got some large reclining seats to settle down in for the night. Booley drew the short straw and ended sitting next to a scatty rude brazillian women who decided to get off the bus at every oppurtunity and literally climbed over him to get out instead of asking him to move. The asshole behind also decided to crank out Alicia Keys at full blast on his Blackberry.

11 hours later and a little rested we got off the bus in Florianopolis and jumped on the connecting one towards Barra de Lagoa. A little rain and bus ride later we emerged over a hill with the lagoa de conseicao below us. This buttter flat stretch of water was split in two by the town of Lagoa and was one of the first glimpses we'd had at the natural beauty of Brazil, as well as getting us pumped for the chance to kite in a sweet spot.

After arriving and setttling down in the hostel we picked up some surfboards and went to hit the local beach. The conditions were ideal for our level and we enjoyed chilling out in the sunshine. Keeping up the British tradition Booley and me went a bit lobster and called it a day after a few hours.



Now all thats left to do is wait in the hammocks listening to Jack Johnson until the free caiprinhas to appear.