The bus itself was relatively uneventful, no screaming babies or scatty women and when we arrived in Porto Seguro the sun was shining and the wind was blowing. A great sign we'd come to the right place appeared in the form of two kiters riding around within the breakwater in front of the town. As our taxi took us up to the hostel several bays appeared before us, kept butter flat by the reefs just a little way out to sea.
We settled into the hostel tired from the journey but we were too excited to just let the opportunity for an awesome session go past, so we picked up our big kites and headed to the beach close to the hostel. Unfortunately for me and Booley the wind wasn't quite strong enough to make it worth us setting up, but Des had a fun little blast around on his 10.5 in the light wind. We realised the water close to the beach was dyed red from the river run off, presumably where the little beach got its name from. We also scoped out the spit that would be our launching point into the lagoon for the next few days. The lagoon was everything we'd been promised, waist deep, bath warm, flat water with enough room for 3 English kiters plus a few cowboy locals.
We woke up early excited for kiting but we soon realised that the thermal wind we were hoping for wouldn't kick in until the early afternoon so we relaxed in the reception of our hostel and set up our boards ready to go as soon as the wind kicked in. It did as expected and we walked to our new spot to rig our kites. The wind was perfect for big kites, and we were soon racing over the water weaving through some fishing boats when I failed to stay upwind. Des hugged the coral reef a bit further upwind. Booley's session ended prematurely when he misjudged the depth of the water he was jumping into, bailed, and gave himself a nasty scrape down his side and opened up a gash on his hand we christened his handgina.
Des and I spent a bit longer playing around in the water with Des throwing down some stylish backrolls, roll to reverts and attempts at back to wrapped. We headed back absolutely knackered and cooked ourselves up a mean bolognaise. Anticipating another sweet session we headed to bed relatively early, but not before watching "In Bruges" before heading to sleep.We woke up with ketamine fuelled dwarfs and Irish hitmen quotes still running through our heads from the night before. It was sunnier than the day before so we managed to get to spot earlier than yesterday after patching up Booley's handgina with a bit of guaze and some electrical tape. The wind was perfect again and the lagoon was full so we all managed to get a sweet session in, Booley and me pushing each other to improve as we both attempted hooked in backrolls. Des continued his progession attempting S-bends and continuing his back to wrapped attempts.
Some locals arrived a bit later and offered us some chilled coconuts while we attempted to chat kiting in broken portuguese. These locals were all about the oldschool with big floaty jumps, rotations and loops. After we came off the water they came up to chat to Des about his unhooked tricks, it seemed like they'd never seen anything like it before.
After 2 days of solid sessions here I know this is definitely a kiting paradise but from speaking to the locals it seems we got pretty lucky with the wind. It's certainly given us a taste of what's to come further up the coast and whet all our appetites for some progression in the bath warm waters of Northern Brazil.
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