The plane ride seemed eternal. Was eager to see materialized my effort. And soon I reached the place that reflected the map. It was one of the most isolated beaches of the state. Around some nuclei only extended residential housing, and the rest was occupied by dry, sandy areas. Luckily, I found a group of bungalows relatively close to the area I would try to find the temple.
To reach the shore, it was necessary to descend a steep dirt road that seemed to never end. Sometimes I had to move away to let trucks with surfboards in tow or attached to the ceiling, most decorated with palm leaves. To my right was growing a rock wall. On the left, a row of pine trees punctuated by some bushes, mingled its aroma in the salty air. The road turned subtly to the right. The wind, cooler ever was a sign that the beach was near.
From below, the show was amazing. The beach stretched toward the bottom, separated about five hundred meters from a rock wall. The sea sparkles in the sun emitted in the afternoon, but broke the bank in large waves. The wind blew hard. Swimmers left spoke in circles or hang straight in their towels. Sometimes, the waves emerged the figure of a surfer on his board. Every so often someone took a table in her arms and slid over the edge, taking advantage of a lull. The rest was waiting beside the truck, parked near the rocks, and surfboards scattered on the sand or in vehicles supported.
I started to walk along the beach. I've never been too sensitive, but he passed groups of surfers gave me the impression that their eyes stuck on me. Sometimes applauded the dangerous antics of one of them on the waves. If you were nearby, applauded too, trying to cover for others the feeling of intrusion that assaulted me.
Gradually left behind. The beach was deserted. The place had to be close. My eyes never a moment of rocks, looking for any indication uniformity throughout the temple.
not remember how long I was walking. Maybe an hour, in absolute solitude. So I got scared when he saw a figure stretched out from behind a rock, several meters in front of me and was coming toward me.
It measured about two feet and wearing a tiny swimsuit. His skin was tanned. Was rather thin, but perfectly defined muscles. His haircut looked like a mohawk, shaved on top of the skull and long blond on the sides. Despite this impressive picture, his eyes blue and clear and gentle eyes, I calmed down.
- Can wait a moment with me, please?
His voice was deep and safe.
I have no time.
"We know what you are looking for. Do not bother, you've found. But first you have to follow the steps.
had no choice. I did not look capable of dealing with this giant educated, but his last words bothered me. My mind floated in a daze, waiting for an explanation to give meaning to the situation where I was.
heard the rumble of a motor from the side of the beach that had traveled. The giant folded his arms and stared in the direction from which came the noise. Within minutes came one of those trucks decorated with palm leaves.
-Get into the back. I thought
run, but had no chance to escape. I climbed into the van. The driver was a muscular man with long blond hair. His simple attire consisted of shorts and sandals. He turned and walked the beach in the opposite direction. We went back to pass by groups of surfers and climbed the hill leading to the beach.
- Can you tell me where to go?
took a few seconds to respond.
-No.
Half an hour later I was accompanied by the entry of a two-story house, extensive gardens and where the white color of the walls began to fade by late afternoon. We went through a pool where two young men, lying on mats and cocktail glasses in hand, chatting and smiling. We looked to pass, nor did the exuberant blonde woman was out of water in a bikini and lying in a hammock, painting her toenails. CONTINUE
To reach the shore, it was necessary to descend a steep dirt road that seemed to never end. Sometimes I had to move away to let trucks with surfboards in tow or attached to the ceiling, most decorated with palm leaves. To my right was growing a rock wall. On the left, a row of pine trees punctuated by some bushes, mingled its aroma in the salty air. The road turned subtly to the right. The wind, cooler ever was a sign that the beach was near.
From below, the show was amazing. The beach stretched toward the bottom, separated about five hundred meters from a rock wall. The sea sparkles in the sun emitted in the afternoon, but broke the bank in large waves. The wind blew hard. Swimmers left spoke in circles or hang straight in their towels. Sometimes, the waves emerged the figure of a surfer on his board. Every so often someone took a table in her arms and slid over the edge, taking advantage of a lull. The rest was waiting beside the truck, parked near the rocks, and surfboards scattered on the sand or in vehicles supported.
I started to walk along the beach. I've never been too sensitive, but he passed groups of surfers gave me the impression that their eyes stuck on me. Sometimes applauded the dangerous antics of one of them on the waves. If you were nearby, applauded too, trying to cover for others the feeling of intrusion that assaulted me.
Gradually left behind. The beach was deserted. The place had to be close. My eyes never a moment of rocks, looking for any indication uniformity throughout the temple.
not remember how long I was walking. Maybe an hour, in absolute solitude. So I got scared when he saw a figure stretched out from behind a rock, several meters in front of me and was coming toward me.
It measured about two feet and wearing a tiny swimsuit. His skin was tanned. Was rather thin, but perfectly defined muscles. His haircut looked like a mohawk, shaved on top of the skull and long blond on the sides. Despite this impressive picture, his eyes blue and clear and gentle eyes, I calmed down.
- Can wait a moment with me, please?
His voice was deep and safe.
I have no time.
"We know what you are looking for. Do not bother, you've found. But first you have to follow the steps.
had no choice. I did not look capable of dealing with this giant educated, but his last words bothered me. My mind floated in a daze, waiting for an explanation to give meaning to the situation where I was.
heard the rumble of a motor from the side of the beach that had traveled. The giant folded his arms and stared in the direction from which came the noise. Within minutes came one of those trucks decorated with palm leaves.
-Get into the back. I thought
run, but had no chance to escape. I climbed into the van. The driver was a muscular man with long blond hair. His simple attire consisted of shorts and sandals. He turned and walked the beach in the opposite direction. We went back to pass by groups of surfers and climbed the hill leading to the beach.
- Can you tell me where to go?
took a few seconds to respond.
-No.
Half an hour later I was accompanied by the entry of a two-story house, extensive gardens and where the white color of the walls began to fade by late afternoon. We went through a pool where two young men, lying on mats and cocktail glasses in hand, chatting and smiling. We looked to pass, nor did the exuberant blonde woman was out of water in a bikini and lying in a hammock, painting her toenails. CONTINUE
