“My nightmare journey”
It was not the worst journey I’ve ever had but one of them. My family and some friends were going to camp at Carne de Vaca beach in Goiana city, five years ago. So we rented a kombi car and a driver to lead us for the round trip, Because we had to carry the huts and all stuffs to spend the carnival holiday vacations.
We gathered on Norte Avenue at five o´clock we waited for the driver and his kombi for an hour and a half. Then, after we took more two hours in the car to get to the city but when we were going into the city we noticed the sign plate: “Welcome to the Ponta de Pedra”. The driver had taken the wrong entrance. So we returned to the crossroads to take the right direction it took more 30 minutes to get to the Carne de Vaca town. Fortunately the driver decided to drive us to the place we used to camp ( 1 km far from the city downtown) in a desert beach site.
When we eventually got there we started setting up the huts and the girls were doing a fire to cook the lunch. While this the driver noticed his tire was flat. So, at the moment my uncle was changing the driver´s tire to a step new one the girls were yelling because my 13 years-old nephew, who didn´t swimming well, was going to drown while he was hanging to boat for the side. At that time the tide was getting high and high… I haven’t swun for such long time on the beach instead in a swimming pool and I was afraid to make a mistake myself. Things were getting dangerous when suddenly, - thank God- a man lifted me on his jet ski and we both rescued and brought him to the sand.
Finally, few minutes later my cousin told us: “I couldn’t help to show you, uncle, that I’ve learned to swim well from board to board”. Everybody laughed, and I said: “No problem, Buddy! When they build boards on the shore you’ll do better!”
The three days following were fine. Unless the kombi driver got lost himself again the he should take us back home.
By Denilson Santos
