Day 35.......(do not confuse this with any other day 35 I may have written about. THIS is day 35). ......sitrep.
Had planned a visit to Ipanema beach with Jon the mad part Aussie, part Malaysian midget , who is as sound a guy who you would ever like to meet. He has been doing a 'World Cup festival Holiday' with 1500 other Aussie fans, who have now all flown home, leaving Jon to manage the last few days on his own.
Ipanema beach is stunning, a truly great way to relax in a very chilled atmosphere. The shops come to you whilst you chill out & they sell everything. When I say everything, I mean everything, as one guy attested to when he stated he could "get us anything, beer, drugs,women, anything??". He seemed very put out when I asked him if he had a "three quarter inch, brass, countersunk screw?"..... But he did seem to indicate that he had two of them, as well as one roughly the size of his middle finger. He did however seem reluctant to sell them, instead just walking off muttering something or other about English Hunts.?
A jaunt into the sea was called for... although I have to admit I found it hard to suck my stomach in for extended periods as I walked to the waters edge.
On Ipanema beach there some quite large waves that break pretty close in and lots of people sit just outside the break point and ride or dive into the oncoming wall of water.
On initial entry I was caught in no mans land between the safety of dry land and a pretty decent almost breaking wave. A seconds hesitation was followed by a decision to dive into the base of the wave, the top of which was now breaking over me. This caused a bit of throwing about and flipping over type action!. Laughing and feeling a bit of a Muppet I stood up thinking "well that will teach you", I turn back out sea only to be confronted by a second, and much bigger wave, barreling straight towards me. With no time to think I re-enacted the scene from "perfect Storm" with David J Mills, in the role of the boat.
I go shooting up the front of the wall of water, arching over majestically in a kind of 'stood to attention' position, before being slammed down on the beach underneath many thousands of gallons of water, and thrown around like a kitten in an industrial tumble dryer.
Emerging from the retreating surf, I had partial sight, snot everywhere, my trunks at almost knee level and a strong desire to sit down for a while.
Jon 's last night tonight, but Parker Jon arrives tomorrow, so it's time to start upping my game in preparation.
Big games this weekend..... Party time.