Matisse and I are halfway into our unexpected windsurfing trip in Brazil. A short-notice biz trip to Sao Paulo, which took a mere 24 hrs of travel, and we were within striking distance of Jeri, famed for its constant wind, point break, huge dunes, and no paved roads. Another 12 hours of travel, by plane and 4WD and here we are.
We arrived to ¨no wind¨, according to the locals, so it was only blowing 5.3. We and the other mostly French, German, Italian and Finnish (!) sailors made the best of it. The locals were on their ^big^ 4.7 sails. Yesterday it got better yet. Matisse took a class, but got blown off the water and her instructor sailed her 3.5 back in the footstraps. Today 4.7 was the call for me, as, in true Utah-sailor style, I hung on to my big sail, just in case it dropped. Well, it doesn`t drop, it just stays windy. Lots of 4.0s, 4.2s and 4.5s around. Big chop and swells outside, long waves inside, mostly about the size of Oahu north shore in summer, but not as powerful. Long down the line wave sailing sometimes 8-12 turns, but ya gotta thread a crowd by midday, and then, at the end of the wave, there`s some hula to get through the wind shadow back to the wind zone. Sandy bottom, just barefeet. Wow, do I like that..
The people in Brazil are so nice, both here and in SP. We are loving it. Too bad it`s (now) 5 time zones away and takes 3X longer to get to than the Gorge. Four more days left...
