Figueira da Foz is where I was born and my dearest place. Think I´ll never forget it´s long waves peeling off in the distance, one after the other as I walked back home from school at Rua do Pinhal. I love Algarve, where I live, the short winters and beautiful weather make me feel like on vacation or something, so comfy, blue and green, sea, mountain… But if I would choose a place to die it would be here. I like black and white too. Nostalgia apart, it felt great to be back home with my friends, surf real waves and shoot.
Here are some pics of the action, this time taken by my camera, check it out:
Eurico Gonçalves has been busy organizing this year´s Gliding Barnacles event. He´s got people, Capote is his new right arm at the hangar, now that Careca is missing in action… At least he is helping out drinking the Surf Brewing beers, the main sponsor of the event. By the way, I think we are getting a venue surprise, awesome spot, stay tuned.
There is Figueira, the city, and then there is Buarcos, a fishermen village, just next to it. I lived on this street in Buarcos with my parents. My grand mother also lived here with my grand father, a great musician (composer, director, author, etc), she was the postal office director. It had like a dozen of taverns with guys having small, thick glasses of wine all day long, matrecos and some arcade machines. There are still some classic ones where I love to eat, like Tyrone restaurant and Tasca dos Boias, Casa Mota is too fancy for me now, sorry Zé.
If you need a place to crash in Buarcos I recommend you Nvidas hostel. It´s from a friend of mine, his father was a fisherman in the New Found Land and has got the most amazing museam with codfish catching gear, miniature boats, etc. Good people.
As I said it was great to catch up with long time friends like Toneca, Barbas, Bertier, Ivo, Vidigal, etc, etc… They are so many, it´s great times all the time, too much sometimes.
Buarcos has the longest wave in Europe for sure, one time I kept riding waves from Teimoso to the main beach where my mother still has a flat (that´s about 3km). This time the sand banks weren´t that good. Nevertheless travel author Gonçalo Cadilhe was on it and got a good day, I heard.
Filipe, at the laptop above, is investigating some amazing stuff about the origins of surfing in Portugal, in particular about this Cunha guy surfing in Figueira with a hollow board, back in the day. Exciting stuff coming up from this enchanted place guys!
I had to catch a ride down for my daughters birthday, let´s met at the Gliding Barnacles event at the 28th of August. F*&k Leslie!
Special thanks to Vidigal Wines