Like any seasoned sailor worth his
own salt, I'd been to the most of the wind meccas of the world. Maui, Garda,
Hood River, Baja, Tarifa and beyond.
I'd raced in world championships,
Olympic trials, stood on podiums and agonized in defeat.
But nothing quite could prepare me
for the paradigm shift ahead.
The road to Jericoacoara is not an
easy one. It's about as far removed from the modern world as possible. San
Francisco to Miami, then to Fortaleza and finally a 5 hour drive north along
the barren coast. It sits south of the equator on a remote stretch of the
NE coastline of Brazil facing out to the Atlantic. But once you're here,
the magic happens.
Countless pilgrims come here every
year, pirouetting themselves down the coastline riding liquid roller coasters,
propelled by the gale force breeze and abundant sunshine. I was no different.
Walking down the sandy streets of Jericoacoara after the first days'
down-winder, I recognized myself in every perma-grined, sun-drenched, board
short wearing wind warrior- tired and salty after a full day on the
water.
We were all here to find a
connection with the wind, waves and water.
The big draw in Jeri is the
down-winders.
The coast extends as far as the eye
can see and so do the waves.
I'd come from a racing background
where the goal was to get around the course the fastest, making the fewest
mistakes.
You'd follow a set of rules within a
limited playing field. The objective "was to become a 'master-player'- who
is perfectly skilled at the game and who can play it as if they already know
the outcome," according to James Carse of Finite & Infinite Games.
Now, the game, if you can call it
that, was just to enjoy the ride & find the flow in the present moment.
There was no winning or losing.
This was the 'anti-race' where the
most turns, cutbacks & gybes comes out with the biggest smile.
This was a fundamental shift in
thinking.
Day 1- Finding the Flow.
After getting a few hours on the
foil & 6m kite, I was ready for my first down-winder to Jericoacoara. We
set off from Prea ducking in and out of anchored fishing boats in the shore
break with the wind at our backs and the sun blazing overhead. The crowds
thinned and pretty soon it was just the four of us making our way down the
coastline. Fisherman's huts dot the sandy landscape every few miles-
reminiscent of a simpler way of life.
I was still in the mentality that it
was a race and I had to consciously slow down to take advantage of everything
that was offered.
Rounding the point at Jericoacoara,
the breaking waves turn to ocean swell pumping like some liquid uproar. The
swell slowly sneaks up behind you until finally you're on the crest and soon
enough, barreling down the face like an out of control freight train.
I feel like I'm one with the ocean,
tapping into the waves' energy.
A quick down loop and a carve of the
board for port to starboard, sends you flying in the other direction
jettisoning you deeper and faster down the line until you cut back and ride it
all over again on the opposite tack.
Again and again and again.
The sun was getting low on the
horizon, melting into the sea. Gradients turned from yellow to red to pink and
finally purple. Each passing moment and wave was like an eternity,
totally absorbed in the here and now of the present moment.
We land just past sunset dunes where
flocks of people line up to take in the twilight. I hardly notice their
silhouettes atop the rolling hills of sand. 15 minutes later with the
kites and boards packed up, we all had caipirinhas in our hands walking down
what looked like shakedown street from some 1980 Grateful Dead show.
Life is good.
Day 2- The Ocean is Love.
I awake at daybreak with the sounds
of tropical birds and swaying coconut trees.
I greet the day with sun salutations
and a few moments of meditation suspended on a swing, staring out at the sea.
My mantra of 'the ocean is love'
melts me into a morning bliss.
Breakfast is a spread of fresh
fruit- mangos, papayas, water mellows, passion fruits & kiwis.
My hungry body takes it all in.
The late morning foiling session
quickly turns into a frothy tizzy of white caps and blowing sand. I’m quickly over powered on my 6m
ozone alpha single strut kite and moses foil.
Time for the next down-winder.
If I did 1000 turns on yesterday's
down-winder, I must have done 2000 today. I found the flow right away and got
more in tune the shore break. Each wave was an opportunity to cut back, carving
the board and throwing spray over my shoulder. I took a wider surfboard
& 8m kite which let me really send it. It was all coming together. I was
learning to put a few maneuvers together to make some decent turns up and down
an incoming set of waves. I see my 3 companions frolicking in the waves, spread
out like some marching ants feasting on a surprise pick nick in the middle of
the woods.
At the end of the line, waits our
4x4 buggy with a cooler of beer and fresh fruit. The mangos hit my parched
salty, sun drenched lips like butter in a hot frying pan.
I could get used to this lifestyle.
Day 3 Rinse and Repeat
Day 3 is a repeat of the previous 2
days. Late morning foiling followed by a down-winder as the sun liquefies into
the horizon.
I'm humbled by the beauty of this
place.
It oozes with colors and smells.
I'm totally absorbed in the moment
of it all.
Waves seem to stand still, building
up in slow motion and come crashing down in a flurry of white water
spray.
My confidence builds as I spend more
time in the shore break riding endless sets.
Heel side. Toe side. Rinse and
Repeat
Day 4- The Tatajuba Express
The wind is slow to build but get a
quick session on the foil board with bigger front wing. It adds some lower end
grunt like walking on water instead of flying over it. The real breakthrough
today comes in the down-winder. We add a coach to our program and all of a
sudden, I'm being fed instructions into my ear about proper board technique and
kite trim.
I can't believe I haven't done this
sooner.
Receiving good coaching is a game
changer.
It's quickly becoming apparent
kiting is all about one fluid motion and being in harmony with your board and
kite.
It's not three separate items but
one fluid dance.
The 25 mile downwind run to Tatajuba
seems to last forever as I'm riding like a completely different kiter with the
help of Andreas of Uncharted Kite Sessions. I begin to carve the board from
rail to rail with my knees bend and leading with the shoulders and following
through with my hips. All of a sudden, my turns and transitions are fluid. I'm
holding the bar with just my finger tips and trimming the kite with center line
pressure & coming out of turns with pressure. The death grip I once had on my bar
from years of windsurfing seems to soften with every turn. I become one with kite and board as
I dance gracefully between incoming sets.
We head back upwind in the 4x4 with
the boards strapped to the roof and the kites packed away until we reach the
river mouth of the Guriu river. It's inaccessible but crossable with the help
of the most primitive barge I've ever seen. 2 wood planks are laid out and we
drive up onto the barge for the crossing. 2 minutes later, we're on the other
side and blazing up the hard packed sand just as twilight permeates the
sky.
Day 5 Best Day ever on repeat
My mantra changes to 'best day ever'
and it's on repeat.
Yesterday's down-winder to Tatajuba
is replaying in my mind. I can recall every turn and cutback even though it all
dissolves together into one dreamy hallucination.
We line up to do it all over again.
Tatajuba bound from Prea on downwind
express
If I did 2000 cutbacks yesterday, I
do double that today.
I began to enter the flow state.
It's a feeling of full immersion and complete absorption of the process. Time
and space seem to standstill. I'm feeling at one with everything rather
than a set of components. Every wave is an opportunity. Every gusts
is a blessing.
Crossing the Guriu river mouth on
the downwind run is like some amusement park. Waves start breaking 1/2 mile
from shore and I dance gracefully between every incoming set. I'm hardly doing
anything at all but floating around like a butterfly.
It's pure bliss.
I can tell I’m getting tired after
almost 3-1/2 hours on the water when I start to revert back into my old habits.
I'm quickly spat out and dumped on my head in the shore break. Life has a way
of keeping you humble.
We stop for a late afternoon lunch
in Tatajuba. It's nothing more than a simple fishing village with a few huts at
the river mouth set above the high tide mark. Wind junkies sit on the shoreline
waiting for their next session. We nod to each other as if nothing more needs
to be said. 30 minutes later, we are feasting like kings on the local seafood,
rice, beans & vegetables. The Bohemia pilsner goes down like water.
I melt into my bed that night; still
salty & crusty but completely satisfied.
Day 6- The breakthrough.
I finally set my focus on tacking
the kite board. It's something I've wanted to do for years but set up a mental
block in my head. It's as if I've been standing on the edge of a diving board
and not jumping it. I was paralyzed with fear. Something in my ego was not
letting me overcome this.
With the help of Andreas, we broke
down the tack into several understandable and easy steps. I watched him tack
with ease.
Ok I said me self, just do it. I ran
through the steps in my head. I was overthinking it. I stumbled. I fell. I
picked myself back up.
I tried again and again until
finally it began to click. I made it.
I was overwhelmed with joy,
accomplishment & pride.
I was ecstatic, beaming and
radiating with such a personal happiness.
Everything shifted when I changed my
mindset from what could go wrong, to what will go right.
The kite floated overhead and to the
other side in one fluid motion.
The board rotated under my feet.
I came out on the other tack with
line tension.
OMFG, I got this, I thought to
myself.
We set off on our afternoon
down-winder and I was ecstatic.
Still beaming, I began tacking on
the down winder just to prove to myself I could do it.
It felt great knowing that you can
set your mind to something and achieve it.
Don't let fear guide you.
Day 7 Dreamy Bliss
By 10 am the wind was already a
solid 20-25. I opted for the 4m ozone alpha kite on the foil board. It took me
a few moments to get comfortable but oh, my, this was fun. The small kite
pivots so easy in the big breeze and just whips you around. Some of the lessons
on the surfboard translate easily to the foil board. Bent knees, foot switches.
If you can do on one. You can do it on the other.
The down wind session on the
surfboard & 8m kite to Guriu was dreamy- in and out of the shore break,
gybing every 5 seconds to stay in tune with the waves. I switched my stance to
put my back foot over the kick pad and really was able to snap the board
around. The flow really started to happen when I stopped thinking about
everything and become the action itself. I could have kept going forever
except the sun was melting into the ocean.
Day 8- All tacks. All Day.
I put my focus on the tack and
having had a lesson the previous day. I told myself I wouldn't stop till I got
to 50 tacks. It took me 93 attempts but I made it. I'm simply amazed at the
power of the mind when you put your attention to something.
It's pretty simply actually- sheet
out, bring the kite overhead, hold the bar with the back hand while opening up
the body with the front hand, bend knees, rotate the kite to the new side, turn
your back to the wind while turning the board through the wind and voila,
you're on the new tack.
I had a huge sense of accomplishment
after having hidden from this for so long. It's like a weight had been lifted
from my shoulders.
I spent the rest of the afternoon
trying to unravel the duck tack. It's a bit different than the regular tack in
that you keep your body facing into the wind vs turning your back to it. It
took me several dozen attempts just trying to get the kite through the window
and over to the other side without being totally disorientated. I'm a hot mess
but on the path. With enough practice, I become the path. I keep trying. This
one's not going to be as easy but I know it's achievable.
Day 9 Harmony
I get some practice tacking before
the big down winder to Tatajuba. My confidence starts high after making a few
tacks.
Off we go, loosing ourselves in the
down wind flow. I'm feeling more alive then ever. The 8m kite turns on a dime
like an extension of my body and I seem to nail every transition. The board
carves from rail to rail. My focus is intense with my mind and body completely
absorbed in the process. Everything is in harmony. The shoreline goes by
like some blurry mess with all my attention on the waves in front of me and
puffs above.
Day 10-11 Lift off to the Mothership.
The days blend into each other. I’m
pretty sure I achieved lift off to the mothership. Bliss, Kharma, Divinity I'm
not sure what you call it but I got there. Everything I need is right here,
right now. I sleep like a baby and do it all over again the next day.
'Best Day Ever' is becoming a
repeating mantra.
Day 12- Ciao Baby. Obrigado.
It's the final day here but we
manage to squeeze one final session in. We take off early and foil & upwind
several miles where the wind builds quickly to 20-25 knots. The swell in
unrelenting. I’m getting over powered with the 6m kite but then turn down wind
where it all comes together again. I'm floating on a cloud. Everything that I
learned the previous 11 days seems to all make sense.
Something tells me this was more
than your average surf trip. I’m humbled at the opportunity to have learned so
much in such a short time. My mindset has shifted to all the possibilities of
what could go right vs what could go wrong. It’s a simple switch but makes all
the difference in overcoming obstacles we set for ourselves.
