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Recovery
The Whakaari
The Whakaari, the sailing vessel of a Kiwi, named Craig, was stranded at the Boca de Rio, Playa Avellanas. It was a great diversion through the month of October, the hardest of the rains here.
All speculated, and had their opinion of details involved. How could this happen? Wasn’t he lucky, being so unlucky. He beached precariously, between reefs.
I was impressed with the Captain’s demeanor. He never showed signs of stress or anger. He always had a smile and friendly words.
I know he has to leave us.
He’s just beginning on his, around the world adventure.
He will be missed.
Citizen of the Surf
citizen |ˈsitizən, -sən|(abbr.: cit. ) noun
a legally recognized subject or national of a state or commonwealth, either native or naturalized: a British citizen | the rights of every citizen.
• an inhabitant of a particular area
I am a citizen of the surf, as is the girl in the photo above. I have seen her surfing at my home break, Playa Avellanas for the last week. Paddling out, catching waves, I don’t know her, I don’t have to. She’s another surfer, in the water. A sister citizen, of the waves. Continue reading Citizen of the Surf
Post 400
MY Standard of Living
R. J. Rio de Janeiro
Is a specialty company, selling crocheted tops, such as the one, modeled here.
When I go for a walk on the beach, I never know what, or who, I’m going to encounter. Leaving the shipwreck, I met three girls; two models, one a photographer, all three surfers. They are traveling and supporting themselves, via the internet. We have come into an altered world.
We are living in a time of warped speed. She asked me if I had instagram. I replied no, “I’m primitive.” I showed her my dumb phone, that I purchased last week. I never have it when I need it. And it rings, when I’m driving. But I bought it, because it’s suppose to save my life, at some point.
I became mindful of how much goes on, in a place, that looks like time has stood still.
And in writing this, I’m reminded of all the shells that, I know, were walking down the beach, at the time I took this photo.
Speed up, slow down, speed up, slow down.
Who sets the pace?
Lucky – Unlucky
Last Friday, I went to catch my waves, and was surprised, by this sight. The sailor is a New Zealander, who had the fortune / misfortune, to beach on scenic, Playa Avellanes. Also, his sloop is resting in a river mouth, sitting on sand, perched between two reefs. I have been walking down and following the process of those working, to solve his dilemma. He never seems stressed, and he’s never shown one sign of anger. He is diligent in the recovery.
I know we’re all rooting for him.
And help will come.
We never know. Sometimes, the most disastrous events in our lives, turn out to be our blessings.
Day Six






