I had arrived in São Luis on the Sunday, and ended up staying for 7 nights, which gave me plenty of time to relax, see the historical area and work on my bike. I did two of those. The reason I stayed for so long was because I wanted to meet Wilson’s sister, and she was meant to be coming on the Thursday or Friday and then it became the Saturday. On Saturday evening I heard that she’d be arriving around midnight, and so I waited up until 1am, but fell asleep before she got back.
When I wrote the previous blog post, I was expecting to leave on the Saturday, but of course that didn’t happen. Wilson & Tania were rather certain that they would keep me kidnapped for a while longer. We did have goodbye drinks on the Friday evening, but as they lasted until 4am, it made it a little hard to get up at 6am. Wilson doesn’t drink much, so spent most of the Saturday feeling very sorry for himself. Then Sunday came and well, I couldn’t leave then, so Monday I
I was awake by around 6am, but it was still far too cold to be wanting to leave, so I went back to sleep until around 8. I packed my things up and was ready to put them on my bike when I found my rear tyre slowly leaking. Upon closer inspection, an old patch had failed, probably a combination of the cold weather and the large amount of bouncing the day before. I switched to a new tube, only to find that my pump is not in the best of health. The pressure gauge seems to have gone, and, more importantly
Anything that had got damp in the boats the day before dried out overnight. I was up not long after 6 as we’d been told the immigration office might open at 7. With the daily boat scheduled to leave at 7:30, it wouldn’t have left much time to get everything organised. It wouldn’t have, if I’d been in a country like Japan where things run on schedule, where the immigration office wouldn’t have opened before 9am as the sign on the door said. As it was, at 7:30 the
After a couple of rest days in Chiquimula, it was time to cross the border to El Salvador. There were several border crossings close by, and I opted for the one of San Cristóbal as I preferred the route profile. I’d have a decent climb in the morning before it got hot and then it’d be gently rolling most of the way with another climb later. The alternate towards Matapan would have had several climbs throughout the day and actually more climbing in total.
My time in Chiquimula hadn’t