“Hold on! Hold on tight!”
It was a sizzling afternoon in Olinda, a coastal metropolis in northeast Brazil, and Marlon da Silva Santos, the chief of a gaggle referred to as Loucos do Surf, or the Crazy Surfers, was shouting from the rooftop of a rushing bus.
I grasped at an fringe of the roof with one hand, for steadiness, and tried to shoot with the different — however the bus handed over a bump in the highway, jerking abruptly, and I momentarily misplaced my steadiness. I managed to remain on, although my digital camera almost flew off from my neck.
I felt a rush of adrenaline. Traveling at 30 miles per hour alongside President Kennedy Avenue, I used to be attempting my greatest to doc a gaggle of younger Brazilians who had been illegally “surfing” on shifting metropolis buses.
We noticed flashing police lights forward and retreated into the bus. It was tense inside; the sizzling sea air swirled round our our bodies. Once we handed the sirens, a cheerful celebration erupted as we winded our strategy to the seashore.
The surfers had been younger, largely between the ages of 12 to 16, and a majority of them had been Black. They wore Cyclone shorts, flip-flops, caps and golden chains — a mode that’s frequent amongst many younger individuals from the peripheries of enormous Brazilian cities.
Their presence on the buses made many passengers uncomfortable.
“Some drivers stop the bus, tell us to get off, pick a fight,” Marlon mentioned. “But most follow their normal route while we’re up there.”
“We just want to have fun,” he added as we exited the bus.
I first realized of the Loucos do Surf by way of a video posted to Facebook. In it, Marlon, then 16, was browsing on a high-speed bus, oozing confidence and taking selfies. Within an hour, I used to be exchanging messages with the surfers and planning my journey to Olinda.
Every week later, I met them at the Xambá bus terminal. They had been skeptical at first: “You aren’t a policeman?” they requested.
I confirmed them my web site and my Instagram account and, in only a few hours, joined them on a bus experience.
During my weeklong go to with the bus surfers in 2017, I felt pleased and free. In a approach, they allowed me to revisit my very own roots: During my teenage years, rising up in São Paulo, I, too, engaged in sure dangerous and transgressive conduct — together with pixação, a derivation of graffiti popular in parts of Brazil
The Loucos do Surf are part of a long tradition of performing death-defying stunts involving public transportation in Brazil.
In the 1980s and ’90s, thrill-seeking young Brazilians risked their lives by traveling from downtown Rio de Janeiro to the suburbs on the rooftops of crowded trains. The train surfers, hundreds of whom were seriously injured or killed, became popular in the Brazilian press.
After an intense crackdown, the practice’s popularity waned.
A young surfer named Luciano Schmitt told me that the art of bus surfing was partly a response to a lack of cultural and leisure outlets. “The only soccer field we had was demolished.” Instead, he said, he and his friends prefer “bigu” — the local term for bus surfing — and the beach.
Some bus surfers said the activity was also a form of protest against the price of public transportation — and, more broadly, against the hardships and financial restrictions imposed on millions of young people struggling on the peripheries of society.
At the time, in 2017, Brazil was still recovering from the worst recession ever to hit the country. Youth unemployment rates spiked to nearly 29 percent in 2017, up from around 16 percent in 2014, according to data from the World Bank.
A dominant element of that hardship is the violence that permeates daily life in Black communities on the outskirts of large Brazilian cities — including the neighborhoods of Sol Nascente, part of the city of Recife, and Alto da Bondade, in Olinda, where the Loucos do Surf group was established.
According to Brazil’s Atlas of Violence, a study released in 2020 by the country’s Institute for Applied Economic Research and the Forum of Public Safety, homicides among Black residents increased by 11.5 percent between 2008 and 2018, whereas homicides among non-Black residents fell by 12.9 percent over the same period. Such data points help expose the racial inequalities that have dominated Brazilian society for centuries — and underscore how desensitized many in the country have become to violence within marginalized Black communities.
Loucos do Surf hasn’t been spared. Marlon — who was known by his fellow surfers as Black Diamond, and who had earned the status of King of Surf for being the group’s most skilled and courageous surfer — was shot at point-blank range and killed near his home in 2018, a year after my visit.
After his funeral, members of the group held a memorial. More than 20 young people balanced atop a bus, singing in his honor.
Gabriela Batista, a bus surfer and a close friend of Marlon’s, told me via text that the group was once like a family. But their enthusiasm for the pastime, she said, largely ended with his death.
When I remember Marlon, my thoughts swirl with the circumstances of his life: the violence he endured, the choices he made, the economic disadvantages he faced, the precariousness of his support networks — including Brazil’s underfunded public education system.
“School doesn’t attract me,” he once told me. “What the teachers say doesn’t stay with me.” Instead, he said, whenever he was sitting with a book, he felt like he was wasting time that could be spent surfing.
And that’s mostly how I remember him now: poised — proudly, deftly, defiantly — atop a hurtling bus.
“Is anything better than this?” he once shouted at me while surfing, the salty air slapping against his face, his eyes bright and alive, his voice carried aloft by the wind.