Bussing to Bolivia

Bussing to Bolivia

The worst bus ride in South America, 24 hours of hell, a must-avoid trip – all things that I’d heard to describe the journey I was about to take from Asunción to Bolivia. To be fair, I got off about 4 hours before it made it to Santa Cruz, but even with the bus breaking down in the middle of the night and being so tall I’ve had far worse experiences on buses.

My final day in Asunción had gone well, getting things organised for myself (a bus ticket, and my replacement tent parts)

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Buenos Aires Sidetrip

Buenos Aires Sidetrip

Gaz received his passport on the Friday afternoon, found a flight on Saturday, got a lift 200 miles down to London with his dad on Sunday morning and on Monday morning would be in Buenos Aires! That meant that even though I was waiting for a replacement interior for my Rohloff, due to a gear-slipping issue that I was having, which would arrive in Montevideo I had to go over to meet him. I did a bit of sightseeing over that weekend, but more than that it was a time to get things in order and look

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Santander – Sandbach

Santander – Sandbach

Boo – Santander – Colden Common

I’d arrived in Boo on the Saturday, and my ferry wasn’t until the Monday. That meant I had Sunday, my birthday, as a day off. Jesus invited me on a road trip to Madrid, which was tempting, but it would have been 4 hours each way to spend the afternoon there. Aitziber, Jesus’s partner, was going on a girls day-out – impressive as she was 9 months pregnant and due to give birth anytime.

I spent the day with Uvi, who took me out to

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Morro Branco – Natal

Morro Branco – Natal

I considered staying more time in Morro Branco, bouncing around the dunes in a buggy did sound fun, but I just went with the option of a lazy morning. I had a lazy morning, going for a dip in the ocean, another dip in the pool, and catching up with some work. Leaving just after lunchtime meant riding in the heat of the day, but a few short breaks and water bottles filled with icy drinks meant it wasn’t too bad.

I figured I’d get to Aracati, meaning riding about 75km, and stop there.

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Parnaiba – Fortaleza

Parnaiba – Fortaleza

Sleeping in a hammock, I generally get a very restful sleep, so wake up early and refreshed. That’s why at just after 5:15am I was up and packing things away, even though I’d stayed up until 10pm editing photos. The first hour of riding, I averaged an easy 18km/h, but by 7am the wind had picked up and my speed dropped quickly, as I would ride into a headwind all day long. Over the day, my average ended up at 11km/h for 115km on an ostensibly flat road. There were a couple of interesting

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