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The final fortnight, wow! Sinead O’Connor wasn’t singing about Peter Gabriel after all, turns out she was missing Barre Grande, and that shouldn’t be a surprise. It’s hard not to smile as you crack open a cold one on the donkey, gaze at the stars in the Delta, arrive back from smacking some lips on a downwinder, consume Henry’s Ipioca Melon, sit for some serious meat, slurp another caipi, wonder in amazement at yet another unforgettable sunset session, groan of a morning, survive the surprise of a wipeout, stare at the world below you when the edge and wig align. These may not be prose, but they certainly bring a grin if you’ve been there and done that. Thank you all for another brilliantly enjoyable Brazilian storm:)
