It’s not only Mr. Barata who’s found his way back to town - Amil is back too. After suddenly disappearing just before Christmas, he appeared just as surprisingly last week. However, the muscle beach is not on the beach this time, but by the lake. Guess a change of view when doing the biceps curls won’t hurt people. Doubt that I will try out his facilities though, still struggling a bit with the thought of coping with a minimum of 25° degrees when trying to make your muscles grow. I will stick to the view of full body neon outfits, massive tattoos and flirty instructors for my last two months here as well.
A while back I found this website for a new kite surfing shop in an area not too far away from where I live, the location looked a bit odd on the map but after a friend mentioned he’d been there and quite liked the place, I thought I’d give it a try last Saturday. No wind to go kite surfing anyways, so might as well spend my afternoon with kite surfing gear if not on the board. By following the driving instructions to the second, we ended up by somewhere where I normally wouldn’t look for a shop, and at a boom blocking the street. Kind of strange to drive up to the gate to this private condominium area, claiming that you’ll go shopping for kite surfing stuff to the guy controlling the boom. But, since he let me through it couldn’t have been that crazy. When reaching the house I had to double-check the address again, and once more again - 626, yup, six-two-six, not 979 or anything else. Didn’t really look like a shop and a big black Portuguese Water Dog (all according to solid sources re. dogs after my description of it – thanks Sanne!) was barking from inside. Eh…think I’ll use the doorbell and wait for someone to come and get me. No problem, Felipo turned up after a few seconds and let me in.
And the second I walked through the door I got a new all time favourite when it comes to shops. What a place! Spacious, good music, surf gear, kite surfing gear, books and lots of me-want-to-have-clothes and some more space. Even the shop assistant had moved a step further up the ladder than any other I’ve met so far in this country. Instead of stalking you around, he simply concluded that if I needed any help at all, he would be just over there, at the counter, minding his own business. Well, he might not have said that last part, but you get the point.
Not to mention the back deck, and the view. Rain forest and mountains and just pristine! The sofas where already in place so the only thing missing would be the coffee/juice bar in the corner, and you would have the most perfect café-shop-hang-out place. The second they set that up, I’ll have an excuse good enough to spend any spare time I might get over there.
A while back I found this website for a new kite surfing shop in an area not too far away from where I live, the location looked a bit odd on the map but after a friend mentioned he’d been there and quite liked the place, I thought I’d give it a try last Saturday. No wind to go kite surfing anyways, so might as well spend my afternoon with kite surfing gear if not on the board. By following the driving instructions to the second, we ended up by somewhere where I normally wouldn’t look for a shop, and at a boom blocking the street. Kind of strange to drive up to the gate to this private condominium area, claiming that you’ll go shopping for kite surfing stuff to the guy controlling the boom. But, since he let me through it couldn’t have been that crazy. When reaching the house I had to double-check the address again, and once more again - 626, yup, six-two-six, not 979 or anything else. Didn’t really look like a shop and a big black Portuguese Water Dog (all according to solid sources re. dogs after my description of it – thanks Sanne!) was barking from inside. Eh…think I’ll use the doorbell and wait for someone to come and get me. No problem, Felipo turned up after a few seconds and let me in.
And the second I walked through the door I got a new all time favourite when it comes to shops. What a place! Spacious, good music, surf gear, kite surfing gear, books and lots of me-want-to-have-clothes and some more space. Even the shop assistant had moved a step further up the ladder than any other I’ve met so far in this country. Instead of stalking you around, he simply concluded that if I needed any help at all, he would be just over there, at the counter, minding his own business. Well, he might not have said that last part, but you get the point.
Not to mention the back deck, and the view. Rain forest and mountains and just pristine! The sofas where already in place so the only thing missing would be the coffee/juice bar in the corner, and you would have the most perfect café-shop-hang-out place. The second they set that up, I’ll have an excuse good enough to spend any spare time I might get over there.
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