Three days into our time by the sea and we are starting to relax. We still have had a little admin to do but are nearly sorted. I have been for my first couple of runs as a civi and could not have picked a more dificult spot. The first 15 minutes of my first run involved going up hill over gradients that I have only previously seen when looking down from a ski lift. I had traumatic flash backs to my time in Gibraltar attached to the Gibraltar Regiment where every Thursday morning we paraded for PT and got 7 simple words of command from the wirey sadist that was the CSM; "in twos, top of the rock, double!" There followed 30 minutes of pain and misery, followed by a k*** ing from te CSM for not keeping up (nobody ever did), before a trot back down.The dread of the whole experience used to ruin my Wednesday nights; sometimes I would even stay sober!I always wondered why I was the only ever Officer to turn up to that parade.
Anyway, back to the present. I realised if I stopped on my first run as a civi, I would be resigning myself to a life of elasticised waist bands on my trousers, standing on escalators and a heart attack before I hit 50, but it was an emotional experience and I knew I had made a bad route choice when I eventually ended up at the viewing point that marked the highest point of Buzios. Great views…..shame I could not focus.
The weather has been mixed and we watched an amazing tropical storm roll in on Thurs night, turning the sky from blue to black in minutes, though today is a scorcher and we are lying by the pool. I popped down to the beach to have a swim in the sea and it is heaving with locals. I have been looking forward to seeing the lovely ladies in their famous skimpy bikinis and there are indeed some great sights. The problem is that Brazilians have the same problem with skimpy bikinis as we Brits have with Lycra; you don't need a licence to wear one. For every wonderful sight there are half a dozen that are enough to make James Bond go gay. Some say that it is great that everybody is comfortable with their body image……mmm.
Our withdrawal from alcohol has been rather tough on Jodie and she has been suffering from a rather nastey cough, which has led to the unfourtunante side effect that she now finds it very difficult to speak. I am of course gutted and I am sure that you will all join me in wishing Jodie recovers very soon.