I was asked when I arrived in Rio Grande how long I’d be staying, but wasn’t sure. Duda however seemed to know and told everyone that I’d stay for the whole week, until he would travel to Gramado with his aunt Silvia, uncle Eduardo and cousin Gui. That would just about work, but leave things a little tight for getting out of the country in time before my visa expired.
My main goal was to get things organised. I had a sleeping pad that had once again started leaking, too many
On the way to taking HJ to the bus terminal on the Monday I had dropped my cycling trousers off at a little shop to get them sewed up. Being a couple of years old, the material was pretty worn out, and the knees in particular were beyond repair, but that didn’t matter. The problem was that there was also a hole appearing on the bum, and flashing people didn’t seem the best idea. She had told me to pick them up on the Tuesday before the Brazil v Germany game, but it was closed. I w
HJ had been backpacking around the world for 10 months before deciding to ride a bike with me to Florianópolis (Floripa), but at the end of the 8 days she said it was her favourite part of the whole trip, and Brazil her favourite country. We had pedalled just over 400km, met so many fantastic people and with a route that came about talking to people on the way.
It all started on a slightly sour note, as the weld on my saddle failed after 3km, meaning that I had to stand up until it got fixed