Student Debt teaser trailer...

This is the teaser trailer Sam has been working on for the movie were making to document our time and the riding we've been doing in Cumbuco.

the full edit will drop in a month or so...

enjoy..

Where it all began- packing time lapse

A time lapse of Me, George and Des packing up the boardbag a few days before we set off... oh and making a celebratory omlette.

Guest Blogger – Benoit’s Edition

The boys have kindly let me take on the blog entry for today, to give a new viewpoint to this epic country. I’m joining the team for just over 2 weeks in Cumbuco staying in Casa de Awesome with them while we explore this kite paradise.

I arrived via Lisbon and Natal into Fortaleza and the first thing that hits you is it’s 2am, 27 degrees and the taxi drivers don’t speak English or understand any other form of communication except Dinero being waved in their face. After a journey through Fortaleza’s outskirts, during which I’ve never felt more white in my life, and a pop into Cumbuco central to ask the local ladies of the night for directions I arrived at Casa De Banana in the very early hours.

The next thing that hit me was Des, George and Booley’s disregard for the months of the year as they have kept their movember efforts running on until Boxing Day. George looks like he could be a Columbian drugs baron, Des looks like he should be called Pedro and be a Spanish pornographic photographer and Booley has what can only be described as a sideways vagina in his general mouth area...
George has also developed a major crack addiction, his boardies riding so low that it seems there isn’t a moment in the day when someone is getting a full scale view of George’s hairy nether regions.
The villa is epic. Split into two buildings there’s 4 main sleeping areas, a Kitchen, a Pool and a BBQ zone.

 However it seems like it’s a 3 way split for the characteristics of the inhabitants...
Firstly the main bedroom has been claimed by Des and Jess for their romantic boudoir, Booley and Jamie have the downstairs room which can now only be described as the toilet danger zone with neither of them willing to claim responsibility for the multiple terrorist attacks being committed against their toilet resulting in it being out of action for days now.

Finally there’s the “Keen Zone” consisting of Matt, Ollie, George and Julia in building 2, who lead the charge each morning on the kiting front dragging Jamie away from his explosive diarrhoea and Matt away from his morning... yoga with Jess to hit the kite spots...

So the kiting.

There’s a main beach 50 yds away from the house with consistent cross shore wind and some decent rollers but a bit of a shore dump going down. Then there’s 2 lagoons one salt water one fresh water.

The first day of my trip we hit Tchboobies the salt water lagoon, waist deep, great wind and generally pretty safe for the less seasoned kiters of the group apart from the man eating crabs (not including the ones from Booleys rugby shorts). We all had a sweet session there with some major progression from everyone and some entertainment in the form of Julia taking multiple hits to the face working on her raleys.

Day two was a trip to Cauipe. Eventful is the word to describe it.
The main way to get there is by beach buggy. These things are basically VW bugs with massive tyres, crazy bodywork and an engine tuned to run so rich and torqy that they backfire every 2 minutes like gunshots causing the more nervous of the group to evacuate their bowels...

After myself and George spent 10 minutes politely noting the attractiveness of a couple of dutch girls (George – “I want to be ON her”) one of the local 16 yr olds threw down a back mobe, landed his kite, kissed both the girls, swigged some beer, launched his kite and busted a 540 spin launch back into the lagoon. It was then we thought we should get back to working on our kite skills some more.

Most notable kiting skills from the day was from George “Captain Chaos” Walker who spent at least 75% of the day with his kite in the water upside down and directly downwind from him. It seemed like every time we looked over to George he was having some variety of Kitemare dragging himself through the path of a number of fellow riders.

I spent most of the day going in every direction apart from upwind, so much so that I managed to use my kite to check the rigidity of a sailing boat moored at the most downwind point of the lagoon. It was at that point I decided to call it a day and chill with an iced coconut and watch Booley ride.
Those who have seen Booley ride before will agree with me when I say it looks like a kite towing a freight train with curly locks through the water and it was pleasing to see the locals move rapidly out of the way when 115kg of vagina faced rugby lad went nailing towards them.

coming up next: General cumbuco antics and some interesting buggy rides....

Note: The explicitness, names and details of this blog have been moderated by Matt due to fears of upsetting numerous family members...