Just like a good old fashioned school trip back in the day. It’s always a fun change of scenery, and none more so than our little spot. Flat as well packed butter and ours for the day! Nothing beats those ripe mangos, soften them then squeeze and drink. If the kiting wasn’t to die for (which of course it was) then the apres kite was the puppies privates. Awesome caipis (his secret was finely sliced lime and, wait for it, 9 counts of cachaca per glass!!!), delicious fish, Michael’s guitar renditions, and who will ever forget the boat journey back? Gliding through the mangroves, almost silently, stars above, the odd light of a fisherman’s phone waving hesitantly as we approached rapidly through the blanket of darkness. Boy oh boy, life can be so sweet… those special ones.
Hard to believe, but the planets really did align for our social secretary’s last night. For ‘Enry’s ultimate soiree we had the biggest of moons, which resulted in the most fantastic and surreal burro ride back after a day of extraordinary feats on the water. Not sure what affect the luna had, but it certainly had something on everyone – Lognus were even spotted dancing around on surfboards, Dave’s disappearing and reappearing shoe, a raucous night chez Lucas and Wellington and a whopping beach party were all witnessed by the extended flow and ebb of the tide….
It’s always funny when the pennie drops. Turns out it was just a casual case of the super heroes, yellow and green ones at that. The freakishly good performance! What else was to be expected? Ranging in skills, the Dude’s entertainment, Ania Picanha’s front loops, The Swiss Army Knife’s precision, El Gato’s glowing smile, Hot Sauce’s jumping, The Lognus strapless, Per the Pirate, Grey Hackers (combined as the great dark sliding Danes), The Superman & Woman formerly known as the Howsons (foot and all) & Henry’s Hat (not cat).