Paradise tends to burn

Today, we decided to chill, no activities planned on the agenda. We wanted to catch up on the blog, Polarsteps, and get all our finances in order. Before setting out on this trip, we both decided if we wanted to make it out the year, we had to spend roughly 30 euros per day.

Last night, reflecting, we soon realised that we were spending a little over that budget, and so today I decided it was best we did a bit of a reconsense, and gather the pennies. Turns out, we’ve spent on average 45 euros per day (with that we will only last 6 months)! We’ll have to cut back somewhere. In hindsight, we didn’t think Jericoacoara would be this expensive, but at the same time, it’s not like we’ve been overly exuberant. Only eating two meals per day, we’ve tried to keep within the budget. But I guess we also haven’t been too selective on the restaurants we’ve eaten at, both costing us roughly 15 euros each night. Oh well, what can you do but enjoy it. Besides, we’ll make it up somewhere along the line, I’m sure of it.

Anyway, enough of the dry stuff, budgets and numbers. That’s reserved for the working world. We’re on holiday after all! Yesterday, I did some more kiting, and Fem decided to come along for the ride. Happy to say, I was up up and away, I’ve learnt, the kite is a fragile beast, it needs a bit of gentle taming. Knowing when to pull, when to let go, you soon become one with the wind.

Woosaaaaa
There were a couple incidents where I made like superman, and took off. But practice makes perfect. I was hunkering down low on the board, directing it in the place I wanted to go. There’s a sense of freedom you get when you’re up. Like you’re flying through space and time, not looking back. I love aspects of kiting, the sense of just being out in the elements, learning to tame the wind. However, it requires a lot of pieces coming together to have a good time. First off, you need the equipment. The kites, the boards, the harnesses, the lines. Then you need the conditions. Luckily for me, I was out on the lagoon near Jeri, where we didn’t have to contest with waves or the current. However, there’s the wind element, too strong, you risk breaking your kite, or worse, being flung into the distant future. Too little, well, then you ain’t getting up. It’s not a very easily accessible sport. I think once we settle down somewhere, I would like to get a kite and just practice the movements, but I’ll consider getting fully into the sport at some point.

My kite instructor, Leo, got into the sport 3 years ago. After a trip through South America, Che Guevara style, he decided to settle in this idyllic town, marry a Brazilian woman, and have a child. He doesn’t ever see himself going back to Bordeaux, saying ‘why would I want to deal with the French again’. Sounds like he’s had nomad life, always being out on the road, not really settling up until now. His only job is to teach people how to kite, and only gets paid on the days that he teaches. I’m not quite sure how else he sustains his life, but he doesn’t seem to worry.

British skin
Two days of consecutive kiting in the midday heat is never good for any type of skin, especially not mine. No matter how much zync, sunscreen, rash vests and hats I put on, I still managed to roast my shoulders, nose and lips to about a medium rare. I wanted to get at little sun on my skin as possible the next few days, and thus decided to skip on the third and fourth days of kiting. It was for the best, after all, we only had 5 days in Jeri, and we still wanted to do some early morning hiking, and some late afternoon surfing.

We found a place out of the sun, at a restaurant overlooking the beach, it was perfect. The sun beds were out, and so I thought what best a way to chill out, and read my book. Shortly after sitting down, two Dutch girls sat down next to us, and we started chatting. Both were on holiday, but the one had fallen in love with one of the kite surfing locals (coincidentally, the guy who owned the kite surf school I was at). She said she absolutely loved the Brazilian lifestyle, and didn’t see herself living in Holland for the long term. Although, she had a dream job back home, so it was still a difficult choice. Luxurious dilemma!

Brazil

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