Beyond Surf Movie - Official Trailer

 

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Beyond Surf Movie - Official Trailer

Paraná homenageia pioneiros

 

Paraná homenageia pioneiros

Por Roberta Gazapina em 08/12/17

Festa de lançamento do Guia Surfe no Brasil em Curitiba (PR) homenageia os personagens e pioneiros da história do surfe paranaense.

Matinhos é destaque na revista Visual Esportivo. Foto: Reprodução.

 

A nova edição do Guia Surfe no Brasil será lançada neste domingo (10) em Curitiba (PR) com uma Sunset Party no Hop"n Roll e homenagens aos personagens da história do surfe paranaense.

A emoção e o prazer de descerem as ondas e serem os primeiros a vivenciar toda a imprevisíbilidade do mar paranaense, coube a Tadeu Gliszczynski, de Matinhos, e a Agnello Leichsenring, de Curitiba. Os poucos registros dessa época apontam ambos como os pioneiros do surfe paranaense.

Tadeu construiu a sua madeirite baseado nas informações de uma revista de engenharia. Era um pranchão pesado feito com compensado naval, colado e aparafusado sobre uma estrutura cavernada.

 

Agnello, por sua vez, após retornar ao Brasil de um período de férias na Califórnia (EUA), com auxilio de um engenheiro químico de uma empresa que produzia colchões de espuma, fez uma prancha de espuma rígida, revestida em fibra de vidro e foi surfar com ela na Praia de Leste. Era 1965. Dali em diante começou a fazer pranchas para os amigos.

Um pouco mais da história do surfe paranaense é contada nessa nova edição do Surfe no Brasil, em seis páginas, de uma maneira resumida, com os fatos mais significativos nessas últimas cinco décadas de surfe no litoral do Paraná.

Serviço

Surfesta

Dia: 10 de dezembro
Hora: 17h
Local: Hop"n Roll Brewpub - Rua Mateus Leme 950, Centro Cívico, Curitiba. (41) 3408 4486.

Atrações: Lançamento do Guia Surfe no Brasil; show internacional com o californiano Colby Lee e banda; homenagem aos personagens do surfe paranaense.

Relação dos Homenageados

Agnelo Leichsenring - Pioneiro
Tadeu Gliszcynski - Pioneiro
Fernando Boscardim - Pranchas Krakatoa
Cláudio e Marcos Siedel - Pranchas Sunshine
Edson "Crespo" Willi - Pranchas Crespo
Rubens Canfield - Hatta e Canfield Surfboards
Rogério Nero - 1º Presidente da Associação Parananese de Surf
Juca de Barros - 1º Presidente da Federação Paranaense de Surf
José Real Magaki - Jornal Informativo Surf Report
José Carlos Pacheco - Jornal Informativo Surf Report
Jamil Gonçalves - Vencedor do primeiro campeonato disputado em 1977
Nelson Galvão - Vencedor do primeiro campeonato disputado em 1977
Marcio Bittencourt - Kauai Surf Shop
Mario Sérgio "Xuxa" - Vela e Mar
Nelson "Tonho" Cervi - Ilha do Mel Surf Shop
Cláudia Lupion - Primeira surfista de destaque
Nice Maria Braga - Loja Op de Curitiba
Jihad Khodr - Campeão Brasileirode Surf Profissional

Peterson Rosa - Tricampeão Brasileiro e Top do Circuito Mundial

Source: Paraná homenageia pioneiros
Paraná homenageia pioneiros

Chasing Palmtrees

 

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Chasing Palmtrees

Kaiborg’s Golden Rules for Tourists Who Want to Survive the North Shore

The North Shore is a nice place to be. You know why? Because there are rules that keep it that way, and there are people who will enforce the rules.



The North Shore is a nice place to be. You know why? Because there are rules that keep it that way, and there are people who will enforce the rules. It’s like how society works, only on a smaller scale–and of course, the one major difference is that it actually does work. It’s very simple: don’t be a dick. It’s surprising how grey that area can be, though. One person’s dickishness is another’s politeness.

Kaiborg is a man who commands respect. He does it by being a very nice man while at the same time being a very nice man you just know you don’t want to cross. Here are his rules for visiting the North Shore. If you’re smart, you’ll apply them to your day-to-day life.

See more from Dylan Graves, who posted the video you see above, on Instagram.

Source: Kaiborg’s Golden Rules for Tourists Who Want to Survive the North Shore
Kaiborg’s Golden Rules for Tourists Who Want to Survive the North Shore

Muito mais que uma prancha de surf - Longarina

 

Quem diria… há 5 anos na Longarina e jamais parei pra me ligar que nesse universo surfístico eu deveria ter entrado pela porta da frente, pelo princípio, se não pelo básico mais profundo que eu poderia imaginar! Começar no surf pela PRANCHA! É lógico! pelo instrumento obrigatório e tão significativo!

Calma Van… Uma prancha é só uma prancha!… Não! Uma prancha é mais que uma prancha, é algo sagrado, um … portal! Acha que não? Então lá vou eu:

Há alguns “milanos” atrás, o processo de fabricação de uma prancha tinha um significado bem mais profundo. As pranchas eram feitas de madeira, mas não madeiras de qualquer árvore, eram de árvores especiais, rezadas. Essas árvores eram escolhidas por um “xamã” da tribo, que pedia permissão para cortar a árvore e agradecia à Terra (Pachamama) pela permissão que era dada. Essa madeira sagrada era shapeada (cortada, moldada) e durante o processo todo o shaper (quem faz a primeira fase da prancha) entrava em seu rezo, mentalizando e emanando boas energias à prancha e a quem fosse surfar com ela! Estava ali um objeto sagrado de conexão d@ individu@, com o surf e o mar!

E foi nesse embalo que fui shapear pela 1.a vez, invadi a sala da FLAP boards, formada pelos irmãos Felipe, Lucas, Andre e o amigo Pedro que transformam a amizade e a paixão pelo surf em uma nova jornada! 4 fissurados por surf que se dedicam de alma nessa engenharia/arte que é fazer uma prancha.

E fui lá eu, entender, no bloco da prancha do Fê, louco por surf (que responsa), os mínimos detalhes. Generosamente recebi a parte de cima do bloco pra começar a brincadeira, dividindo o shape com ele.

Img: FlapBoards

A primeira pergunta que fiz foi: COMO NÃO FIZ ISSO ANTES? e a primeira sensação foi de: UAU! QUE TESÃO deslizar essa lixa sobre o bloco. Pode parecer exagero, foram só algumas idas e vindas com a lixa mas o contato com o realizar algo, ver algo começar e acabar, sentir-se realizadora (no caso participante) é muito empolgante.

Durante o processo, muitos insights brotavam! Shapear é extremamente terapêutico, chega a ser uma meditação e exige um grande estado de presença, qualquer marcação errada ou “comida” a mais de bloco com a lixa pode colocar a prancha a perder. Nisso ví total relação com o que aprendi com a Cris no surf, o mesmo estado de presença no mar é necessário, do contrário você perde a onda e esse tal estado devia ser mantido em nossas 24h né? Vivendo o presente e não o passado que já foi ou o futuro que nem aconteceu.

Me impressionei como algo pode ser tão exato e tão artístico ao mesmo tempo? São os dois lados do cérebro em ação! É uma engenharia com suas marcações, seus 3 1/4 de alguma coisa, litros e réguas somados ao feeling e tato que muitas vezes o olho percebe e o shaper entende que um lado ficou maior que outro, precisando de mais uma lixada sem nem tocar no bloco.

Img: FlapBoards

O bloco, de PU (poliuretano) chega com ranhuras, gominhos ao longo dele que serão retirados com o lixamento. A sala de shape da FLAP é preparada com uma luz branca e paredes metade azul e metade branca (como a maioria das salas, que também podem ser toda escura), lá o azul fica embaixo, isso ajuda a descansar os olhos no campo de visão do shaper que passa um tempo ali fixado no bloco branco sob a luz clara.

Chamou a minha atenção ver que assim como a luz, as sombras são fundamentais no processo, é colocando o bloco contra a luz e fazendo sombra que ele irá ver as imperfeições e poderá trabalhar encima delas deixando o bloco mais perfeito possível.

Se isso não for um paralelo de: Olhar pra sí, encarar suas sombras e piores características, se analizar e daí tentar melhorar, chegando em suas curas … Eu não sei mais o que é!

E por fim (Só pq preciso terminar essa matéria, do contrário seria um livro), a relação que se cria ao fazer a própria prancha. Não fiz a minha (ainda) mas ter consciência do significado e por quês de cada curva, cada concave ou double concave, bottom, quina, transição na borda, e o melhor, o que cada um significa pro seu biotipo que vai ocupar aquele espaço sobre a prancha, seja você iniciante ou pró do surf, dá uma sensação de realização, pertencimento e conexão com aquilo,

Se dá isso de fora d”água, imagina dentro com a cria no pé?

Depois do shape pronto vem a laminação, mais uma alquimia que eu espero acompanhar em breve pra voltar e contar à vocês

Nessa busca nossa na Longarina de ressignificar o surf, trazendo mais da sua raiz e do sentimento verdadeiro de pessoas que também estão nisso com amor, fica bem claro que uma prancha não é só uma prancha, cada shaper, cada profissional ali atrás é únic@, cada um (a) com seu estilo e sua técnica que vai de encontro com a vibe d@ surfista don@ da prancha.

Sonhamos com mais mulheres mão na massa, ou melhor, mão no bloco! Quer se inspirar, saber e fazer mais? Escreve pra gente aqui! E ah!!! Vem ler também sobre o CongoProject, duas mulheres féras também nessa estrada.

Source: Muito mais que uma prancha de surf - Longarina
Muito mais que uma prancha de surf - Longarina

Beyond The Postcards; What An Expensive Boat Trip To The Maldives Is Really Like - Wavelength - Europe"s First Surf Magazine

 

“I’ll be Blackbeard!” growls Wil as he emerges from below deck brandishing the chef’s rusty fish-filleting hatchet to a chorus of rising chuckles.

Elbowing the captain out of the way with a comedic tip of his fancy dress pirates hat, he grabs the helm. Adjusting the patch covering his left eye he looks toward the horizon, takes a long and exaggerated sniff of sea air, and completes the theatrical cliché with a loud “Arrrrgghhhhh!”. After ten days aboard the Sea Coral (reputedly the cheapest private surf charter boat in the Indian Ocean), some of us are beginning to lose touch with reality.

 

When it comes to prowess in the surf Wil, Marty, Dunc, Piers and I are by no means ‘the elite’. In fact, we’re just regular middle-aged nine-to-fivers, battling beer guts and babies, bound in friendship by our lifelong and rarely indulged passion for riding waves around the world.

Over the years, we’ve all travelled in search of swell and caught our fair share of belters, but as anyone who reads this here magazine knows, there are varying degrees of perfection. Connecting a few constringed turns in your 5:4 wetty at a Biarritz beach break is all very well, but what about the really good stuff? What about the mythical palm-fringed points along which translucent glass cylinders reel unridden over florescent coral?



We wanted to access the perfect and remote, and we knew that to do so we’d have to go by private charter boat, a mode of transport previously reserved solely for surfers of extreme affluence. Luckily for us, the price of perfection has been falling in recent years, and so this September we set out to modestly go where no wallet-conscious wave hunters had gone before… The Maldives.

As we pile off the pontoon in Male, the Maldivian capital, and onto the deck of the Sea Coral, the boat which is to carry us on our search for surfing Shangri-La, a slender and cool looking local lad of 20, with long hair, a wicked goatee, and a tie dye t-shirt, stretches out his hand to help each of us aboard. “Welcome brothers” he says “My name is Che’Che, and I will be your surf guide”.



It’s day two of the trip and after an evening spent anchored off the island of Anantara in the South Male Atoll (an atoll being a ring-shaped chain of islands, 26 of which comprise the Maldives), Che’Che has suggested we spend the entire day at sea and motor south to Meemu Atoll.

There he says, we will find protection from southerly winds, and exposure to the south west swell at a spot called Mushrooms. Trusting to local knowledge, we all agree and set about forking huge cubes of fresh lime-doused Papaya into our gobs, whilst the crew set about raising anchor.

Dolphins swim alongside the boat as we motor toward the break at Muli Island. We take them for a good omen and gather on the foredeck to check the surf. Zacky our captain steers us over to within a few hundred yards of the reef, kills the big diesel, and all falls silent. As the first set approaches Dunc and Marty raise their arms in unison.

Before long we’re all whooping and hollering, dancing around on the deck like kids around a Christmas tree. Che’Che wasn’t kidding; although the south west swell is small, it’s marching perfectly along the point. Not wanting to watch anymore perfect peelers go to waste, boards come down off the rack, get waxed, and sun cream comes out so faces can get lashed.



Soon we’re parked up at the peak, no paddle-out required, diving off the zodiac dingy into an empty line-up. We watch as Che’Che paddles for his first wave, pops, drops and smashes a cloud of spray off the top before disappearing down the point. Encouraged I take the next one. Down the line the wall pitches to vertical and becomes a perfect plate glass window to the reef below framed by bleached sand and hanging palms.

I look open-mouthed down the line, knowing it’s a view that will be etched into my mind for a bloody long time. As I paddle back up the point Dunc flies past me on an exact replica, head high, clear glass, screaming ‘Ahoooooo!’. After three hours of mechanical rights, all to ourselves, our arms are like noodles from paddling. Assuming things can only get better, we summon the skiff and hitch a lift back to The Coral.

Before we’ve had time to finished our beers Piers and Duncan paddle back to the boat, Piers with the nose of his board missing, and Duncan with a nasty purple golf ball ripening nicely on his forehead.

“I’m gunna fly like a bird man” says Wil as he skips past me in the moonlight and disappears up the ladder to the top deck. It’s 3am and we’re all over excited after our first day of superb surf. Having purchased a bottle of rum at insane expense (the Maldives is a strictly Muslim nation and alcohol is very hard to come by) from the small onboard bar, Marty, Wil and I have decided a diving competition is in order. Marty and I begin the contest, jumping conservatively from the main deck whilst Wil decides to go one better and jump off the roof.



“Oiii Oiiii” he yells, screaming into view and smashing the water head first, arms by his sides. Marty and I look at each other with pursed lips “OOOooooo”. Wil climbs back aboard and slinks off to bed with what we later discovered to be a perforated ear drum.

The next morning I’m on deck by 5am. The tiny top bunk and lack of air conditioning (a luxury we relinquished in the interests of affordability) aren’t proving to be a conducive combination on my quest for a restful sleep. After diving off the side to wash away the toils of the tropical night I surface and look toward the surf, which I discover, to my despair, has totally vanished.

Before long the rest of the boys are on deck scratching their heads and looking in the same direction. Che’Che explains that the swell won’t be returning for a good few days, and advises that we keep heading south to a spot named Mikado’s, on the island of Kanimidu. “It’s surfable even on a small swell” he says “and super sheltered for guaranteed glass”.



As we pull into Kanimidu bay at sunset on the following day, the empty perfection of Mushrooms seems an all too distant memory. Mikado’s, although head high and working nicely, is absolutely rammed. Four huge charter boats are anchored on the shoulder, and a total of 46 people are bobbing about at the peak. As we motor in closer we can hear the chorus of shouts and whistles as everyone jostles for position in the line-up. It’s not long before we’ve witnessed a few nasty collisions and some pretty heated exchanges.

Piers, Marty and Dunk decide to throw dings to the wind and jump in, whilst Wil and I crack cold beers from the safety of the poop deck and watch the sun go down over the desktop screensaver bay. Before we’ve had time to finished our beers Piers and Duncan paddle back to the boat, Piers with the nose of his board missing, and Duncan with a nasty purple golf ball ripening nicely on his forehead.

“It’s mental out there boys” says Piers as he passes us up his broken board “completely mental”. Dunc groans in agreement, whilst delicately prodding his increasingly angry looking head wound.

After dinner that evening a surf guide from the biggest of the anchored charters pays us a visit. He explains that the surf is dangerously busy and suggest time slots for the following day. Stunned that such perverse politics could exist in paradise, we can do nothing but agree to the only time slot available; 8am-10am (low tide). The guide leaves us with a smirk, knowing full well that Mikado’s is a mid-high tide break. Inevitably, come 8am the next day, the surf is flat and we are faced with yet another waveless morning. Left with no alternative we decide to motor south once more to our final destination, Six Senses, Olhuveli Island, Laamu Atoll.



‘Swoosh, boom’ goes yet another perfect green glass cylinder as it rolls overhead and explodes like the neck of a Molotov Cocktail on the reef behind me. It’s a sound I’ve always loved, the sound of a breaking wave from below the surface. A Hawksbill turtle flashes a friendly flipper in my direction before I break the surface, to see Mini-Mal Marty gunning straight towards me on a mirror like peeler.

As he crouches in the curl above the boiling reef, the wave takes on the look of liquid mercury, reflecting high striated clouds in the evening light. In that moment, as I dive quickly down to avoid a fin vs face situation, I realise, we’ve found what we came looking for.

The Sea Coral is part of a fleet of surf boats owned by Voyages Maldives. Being the smallest in the fleet Sea Coral is the bargain of the bunch, sleeping just six passengers (will sail with four) and five crew: captain, first mate, chef, sous chef and surf guide (optional). All in, full board, a ten day 200km cruise like ours, Male to Laamu, including international flights, a booze allowance for the moderate to heavy drinker and a handsome tip for the deserving crew, is going to set you back around 2000 quid (which so far as our research uncovered, is about as economical as it gets).



Perhaps the largest pro to boat-based surf exploration is the freedom to seek out and access otherwise inaccessible, largely empty breaks, and surf them with your best mates. Other smaller pros include; a constant warm yet cooling breeze, zero mosquito activity, an increased likelihood of marine life encounters and a decreased likelihood of food poisoning. Further more you will be besieged with freshly caught seafood each day, gently rocked to sleep each night under a blanket of more stars than a Geldof charity gig, and befriended by the local boat crew who will be excited not only to teach you dirty words in their native tongue, but to show you the best of their homeland.

Some of the not-so-hot realities of being boat-bound in the Maldives include being at the mercy of your shipmates, and the crew, which often means compromise. You’ll also have no option but to get up close and personal with your brethren, in hot and claustrophobic quarters. On top of that the islands mellow reputation means an abundance of total beginners in the surf which can add unwanted spice to your sessions, especially when things get crowded, which they do, and when they do, as we experienced, things can also get weirdly political too.

Ultimately, there’s no sense dwelling on trivialities. A trip like ours ‘almost’ guarantees you, and your mates, warm, empty, clean, mechanical surf, day after day, in what is perhaps our planet’s most pristine paradise. I can speak for all the boys when I say that it was the single most successful surf mission any of us have ever been on.

To organise your trip visit www.luex.com

Source: Beyond The Postcards; What An Expensive Boat Trip To The Maldives Is Really Like - Wavelength - Europe"s First Surf Magazine
Beyond The Postcards; What An Expensive Boat Trip To The Maldives Is Really Like - Wavelength - Europe"s First Surf Magazine

Surfing Etiquette; A Beginners Guide - Wavelength - Europe"s First Surf Magazine

One of the first things every beginner surfer should learn before paddling out is surfing etiquette and the rules that govern the lineup.

Surfing etiquette has been developed over many generations and is important to ensure people avoid collisions and everyone gets their fair share of waves. However, the rules are also determined by the slightly more ambiguous hierarchy that exists within surfing.

Generally, locals at a spot, and the most proficient surfers in lineup are allowed to take more waves, particularly on the good days. If you are a novice surfer, however, or visiting a spot, you should follow them as closely as possible.

 

The most simple rule to understand is the drop in rule. Whenever you start paddling for a wave, the first thing you should do is look both left and right and if somebody is already stood up on the wave, stop paddling for it.

There are many ways to deal with being dropped in on. Here Zeke Lau makes the best of it with a big air off a crumbled section.

On waves that peel across the beach ‘the peak’ is the steep section of the wave, next to the white water. If several surfers are paddling for the same wave, it is the person closest to this peak who has right of way. If you are on their inside, and they have caught the wave, you should stop paddling.

At areas with a defined take off spot, there is a vague queuing system. Once you’ve taken a wave you should join the back of the queue, by sitting a little further inside (closer to the shore), paddling back to the peak only when those ahead of you have paddled for or caught a wave.

Ignoring this rule, and repeatedly paddling back to the peak and catching a wave before others have had one is called snaking. Don’t do it. If there are a lot people and not many waves, you can always elect to sit a little further inside and pick up smaller waves that have been left by those further out the back.

A perfect right hand peak at Fistral. Here, the surfer furthest out and nearest to the breaking part of the wave has priority over the three surfers further along the line.

There are, unfortunately, many exceptions and caveats to these simple rules that make things more complicated. If waves are popping up all over the place, rather than breaking in the same area every time, the queueing rule becomes less clear cut.

In instances where you are constantly moving around the lineup, catching waves in lots of different places, you’ll have to rely on a more general sense of  fairness when it comes to sharing waves.

If you are on a longer board, and can catch the waves further out than others, it’s ok to paddle further out the back, but again, you should still make sure you are only taking your fair share of waves.

When paddling out always paddle wide (over to the right of this image) of towards the white water (over to the left) to avoid getting in the way.

When paddling out, you should either paddle wide of the take off spot, ie across the beach, and out, or out through the white water. Don’t be tempted to paddle out through the middle of these two zones where the unbroken waves are, as you will end up getting in someones way. When making your way out through the waves, always check that there is no one behind you before ditching your board.

It’s important to check both ways before taking off on a wave…

Just to complicate things more, there are a few instances where some people believe dropping in is justified. If you’ve been deemed to be taking more than your fair share of waves, or the person on your inside deems that you are not going to make it round the breaking part of the wave to the open face, they may drop in on you.

If you do get dropped in on unjustly, give a little whistle or a friendly ‘yo’ and the person will usually kick out. If you accidentally drop in on someone else, kick out as soon as you can and apologise.

Be respectful, stick to these surfing etiquette rules and you should find yourself getting plenty of waves at most beginner to intermediate spots without an issue!

Looking to up your game? Read these:
How To Get Your First Proper Barrel
How To Start Boosting & Landing Airs
How To Do A Layback Carve

All photos @lugarts

Source: Surfing Etiquette; A Beginners Guide - Wavelength - Europe"s First Surf Magazine
Surfing Etiquette; A Beginners Guide - Wavelength - Europe"s First Surf Magazine