Saturday, March 31, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
|Angra dos Reis, today, 11:00am, just before the rain|
This is how is the weather today in Angra dos Reis, after sunny and very hot sweaty days, today we have a windy day (24 knots) and heavy rain, but a nice temperature. This reminds me Tom Jobim's song "Águas de Março" or "Waters of march" : "the waters of march closing the summer..." Take a look at this beautiful video.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
|Photo by PKommerij. Onda Boa at anchor at Praia da Urca, Rio de Janeiro (just above the centre of this photo)|
Following through with the sequence of nautical hints and tips, herewith some comments for those of you will or would like to spend some time in Rio de Janeiro.
First of all...
Saturday, March 17, 2012
|Photo by PKommerij|
* They like to do it?
* They are told to do so?
* They think they have to do so?
* They never thought about it?
May I ask: where do you stand? Maybe, at this point in your life, you would need to think things over, evaluate your path, new options, new horizons, realize dreams... No matter where this leads to, be happy, enjoy and remember: nothing happens by chance...
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
The moment the instructor said that I was going down he deflated my compensator gear that made me float. I sank. The initial feeling of a weight belt in proportion of 10% of my body weight pulling me into the sea was the same as I imagined my white rats suffered during my researchs in the lab. I felt sorry for them, it was for the science, but I won't do it anymore in this life.
There was only 50 cm to the surface, the first 5 minutes of adaptation (baptism) diving, artificial respiration underwater ensure my survival. But the fear of running out of air and the anxiety got me. I tried for a few seconds to dominate my mind and not think about all the factors like artificial respiration, 5 millimeters wetsuit without mobility, scuba tank on my back, the immensity of turbid water, I could not think clearly, my "diving bell". I was struggling with myself to go up and could not barely remember the sign to go up. Instructor pulled me up. On the surface I took the regulator of air out of my mouth desperately.
"I need to survive the diving bell of my anxiety." The butterfly has to leave the cocoon overcoming the force of coward thoughts. I went down with the courage that everything depends only on me. I concentrated on breathing and waited fascinated and curious to see what I was going to know in bottom of the sea.