pratting around in the ocean

yeah so wednesday one of the surf schools here were supposed to ring us up so we could go for a lesson, but the idiots musty have forgotten or something and didnt bother ringing. no matter though, because it was a flipping freezing day. instead john and i spent it in true english style and wrapped up warm and went for a walk on the beach, with a random dog that decided to adopt us. appart from that wednesday was a pretty mundane day, the evening was spent chatting to a brazilian waiter at a pizzaria before getting our pizza and eating it on the beach, then going back to the hostel and watching `blood diamonds`which is a flipping awesome film!!
yesterday however was a completely different action packed kettle of fish, and it was some kettle i can tell you! we met up with this irish guy called mark, borrowed the hostels surfboards and went to rip up the local surf! im not sure how, but somehow this never happened, perhaps my skills just wernt up to scratch that day, but the status of ripping was never achivied, it was rather more a floundering!
at the first beach after trying furiously to get out to the waves, and after 10 minutes succeeding i realised i was very far out, the waves were big and the people around me were clearly pros, so i nonchalantly paddled back to shore, 15 minutes later id made land, warmed up and was headed, byu bus, to the next beach with great hopes of surfing prowess! 1 hour later i was huddled on the beach having just been trashed around by the waves, and john with his extreme sports prowess had gained a black eye, a bashed head and a slightly compressed spine from a gigantic 2 foot wave!
thiniking that the waves just probably wern´t right or something (obviously it was nothing to do with us) john, mark and i went dune boarding (an obviously superior sport!) several mouthfuls of sand, a hurt wrist, and on johns part and bashed in shoulder, later we dicided it was time to call it a day! however this time round none of the buses would take us and our surf boards, so once again we had to walk about 1hr back to the hostel!
so yeah things are going well, as im sure you can tell my surfing is a flyig success!
leaving ilha da santa catarina today and heading for ilha do mel again (the walks are shorter)
missing you all lots!

god bless!!!
andrew
ps oh and at the beach some brazilian though i was a brazilian surfer, sadly i had to tell him i was infact neither, just a gringo pratting around in the ocean