A 5 hour bus drive down the mountain and out to the Pacific Coast brought us to surfing hangout, Santa Catalina.
And within this surfing hangout, we were staying at the Oasis Surf Camp. Now "Camp" is not a word I like to see in a hotel name - it's not saying "Relax". Give me "View" or "Resort" any day. After wading across a stream to get there, we were told that 4 of the blokes had to share a hut. What was that I was saying about camps?
To be honest, our hut made it look more like we were at Harry Potter camp.
And it wasn't all hard work...
Having watched Paul do his best ride
first up and then proceed to fall off with increasing rapidity, I
realised that I was probably at my surfing peak right there and then.
Taking a lesson would only set the decline in motion, so I had a beer
and contemplated my current awesomeness at surfing.
There was no working wi fi at surf Camp - how come the Beach Boys never mentioned this - but, being run by Italians, there was great pasta!
And so it was with filled stomachs that we walked back across the river and onto the bus for our final destination: Panama City.
Oh and on the topic of beaches, I just saw a report on SBS saying many of the beaches in Rio are not fit for swimming due to untreated sewerage being pumped into the water. So maybe check before you practice your surfing skills in Rio.
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