Itacaré

The time came to depart Arraial D´Ajuda. Here I sit on the bus headed north to the next town. I never want to leave though. We cant fight the invitable any longer and off we go right after fulfilling the legend of the holy water. The time in Arraial was well spent kicking it at a mansion CASA KATURA to be specific.(www.casakatura.com)

SHOUT OUT TO RICK FOR BEING SUCH A BIG DEAL. (ps, i really am bringing my family down)

I am not ready to leave at all though. The sounds i hear dancing around in my ear, the warm wind i feel on my skin, the yellow moon i watch peak over the horizon, cliffside casa katura, poolside parties, beautiful beaches.... incredibly bittersweet. Music streams through my ears while i sit staring out the tinted bus windows- trees pass me by. Houses fade into a far away distance. My life is a movie of my dreams. where i am, i watch as cows graze endless pastures. Palm trees stretch towards the sun. Little cars fly fast to their next destination. destined nation. Meanwhile, I listen to murder by death sing me lullabies that make my eyes more and more droopy. when i wake up, ill be in a new place.




Nicolas Muller said i had to come here. And look, if a pro snowboarder gave you a suggestion, bets are that you would take it. soo... i came. and here i am.

ITACARÈ thrives on surfing, raggae, and ecoturism. What else more could you want? Chocolate? well, they have that too and its some seriously tasty chocolate at that.

Im staying in a pousada near the center of town which is only a few blocks away from world class beaches. My roommate is a girl from germany that i met on the bus heading to the town from Porto Segura a few days ago. The guy that lives below me is from Israel and he reads books upside down and backwards.

I went to the beach last night for a huge party i had heard about and wound up kicking it at a much smaller shindig a bit down the beach because they had drums, lots of drums, and this crazy flute thing, and dancing men whos faces were covered in tattoos. I happened to stumble upon a motercycle and i may or may not have hopped on it, started it up, and took it for a joy ride up and down the beach. had it been equipted with more fuel, i would have made margie get on the back and we would have rode off into the distance towards boliva.

let me tell you the importance of a moquito net. i have 27 mosquito bites on my left arm alone. not to mention all of my other limbs.... (i hope i dont get malaria. that would be a penny pincher)

this morning, i woke up, made some instant coffee, and headed to the beach to get my surf on. sure enough, i caught many many waves AND have pictures to prove it. (jaycen you would be proud) ps. two thumbs up for waterproof cameras. I met a lifeguard who bought me french fries. And then i watched as he ran all the way down the beach and dove into the ocean and frantically swam towards a very dangerous current section of the praia. A young boy about age 8 and 2 young girls got caught in the current and were being sucked down into the water and farther and farther out and couldnt get back to shore. The lifeguard saved their lives. It was pretty incredible to witness. My fries needed ketchup and pepper.

All of a sudden, a zipliner flew through the air over the entire length of the beach i was surfing at. (random)

Lets get serious though... I came on this trip with about 3000$. now, i have a bit less than 1500 and i still have about 3 months to go. if only i took travis´s juggling lessons more seriously in sitka.... damn. either way, i have to start making jewelery and make walks up and down the beach selling stuff because this money is only going to get me so far. i had to buy a plane ticket rencently from Recife Brasil to Quito Ecuador and that cost me almost $600. (thank goodness for tax returns and Christmas!!!) ohh the stresses of backpacking around another continent...