This is true hiphop.

This morning we had a nice few hours off, some caught up on much needed sleep, others went to the beach. Caught up the strong waves of Copacabana, is a good way to start the morning.

Even after the hotels endless supply of suggy surprise and eggers.

The waves attacked Balen, P, Rokas and Doke with no mercy, kinda like Mr Lawerence in Karate Kid, sweeping the legs all over the shop.


Neptunes wake up is something to remember

Back at the hills of favela Canta Garo, we rehearsed and then jammed with the local bboys, some barefooted, some with trainers, everyone loving it.

Skills wise, the kids were promising, flexibility seems to be inherited (must be the sun) but all praise to their teacher bboy Luciano, who has done a great job of instilling the foundations of the dance. They are keen to learn and toprocks, and intricate footwork patterns interests them the most.

Up in the favelas.
We speak different languages, but speak the same through our dance
This is true hiphop.