There are three main things to see in Foz do Iguaçu, the falls from the Brazilian side, the falls from the Argentinian side and Itaipu dam. As we?d crossed over around lunchtime, we rode up to Itaipu to see the dam. It?s the second largest in the world, and produces 75% of Paraguay?s needs and 17% of Brazil?s. They used to have a free bus tour, but that was scrapped a few years ago. Now that bus tour is $10 and the special tour is $30. Both of those were out of my price
Gaz asked me to come up with a route so I gave him three options. Meandering around Uruguay, heading north to Iguazu and heading west to see the Andes and drink wine in Mendoza. Iguazu won out, because it not only involved the spectacular falls, and ticked the ‘go to Paraguay’ box Gaz had, but also passing through four countries and avoided most of the craziest Argentinian drivers. It also meant that I could get over to Montevideo to get my Rohloff package sorted out.
With a very set
My plan to ride down to Chui hit into my laziness. There was 240km to the border, and having stayed until the Saturday morning cos of how lovely Duda’s family was – with my visa expiring on the Sunday – that would be doable, but with a strong headwind forecast for the whole weekend it sounded like a pretty miserable ride through flat fields with nothing to see.
We were up before 6, so they could leave early, and because the bus would leave at 7am. I?d been up trying to get
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 went
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 or