Cachorro:
Ranca Tuesday of the turmoil began in the estate (called Briga). Walking down the morning down to the shop you could see a crowd of people gathered around something or someone. Turns out the owner of the house on the highest pedra furada August nacpal and shouted all night and challenged all around. According to rumors, married guy with hemafrodyta, which now, after the operation, already is the only woman. Now came Policia Policia and the military - that is in brown uniforms with guns, who shoot first, ask later. The natives told to stay away from this brouhaha so We were obedient, tymbardziej at the sight of police with the weapon.
Wednesday evening is training with Mestre Zambia. Strong, sharp, did not give advice. I was outright upset.
Generally, the heads have some sort of shock capoeirowy. A big mess, not what widomo think, how to play and how to sort out everything myself. But on Wednesday
in Bamby regained strength and faith in yourself.
DOCURA:
Barbischa Yesterday took us to a neighborhood called Itapoan, a paradise for surfers. This dispute is a piece of the beach with the ocean at 100 m from the shore to the waist, strong wind and no rocks, so most people in the water was from the boards. We also poprobowalismy ... with an average effect:) but by ³ a lot of fun and sun duuuuzo.
At night we went along with Professor. Secao on Wednesday to Mestre Bamby. Probably more so, in order to get tested than to anything else. Frankly we were hoping, ¿s hard SPIOR us there, but we survived. We met there, prof. Sapo, who it turned out that a week is ACMB. Although I came back on one leg after a clash with bambowa graduada and, in addition to a large japonkach, because someone has called me. Unfortunately, often zadazaja here such small stealing, but I was lucky because it was a podmianka and I had to go back to the Pedra Furada. Trip
some time back we took the - we got on the bus, which travels in the truth of our divisions, but does not stop where we needed. In this way we landed at the depot, which was not very far from Pedra, but my leg would take us some PICKOFF 3h. It was 22:30 hours and were miserable the chances that he'll catch a bus, which travels through Bonfim (our stop). Luckily, the driver of one of the buses turned out to be such a good man, drove us to the bus stop, although he was not on the road. I am the last moment I was prepared for it, he will want to tear us money for such a podwozke on request (by the way nice it is to ride the bus through the city prywanym p), but not ... turned out to be a very nice man, who lives in addition to the same street as us, and we know the same person (M. Zambia, Secao, Tamarindo, etc.). And I thought the driver tutajszych coaches are the true incarnation of evil - at least the driving style represent:) coming home with Patrick, we wondered whether such a thing has passed by in Poland. I guess I doubt ...
I got below the island zalgle foty:
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