Salvador – Feira
The part for my bike, which was sent overnight delivery on the Tuesday, arrived on the Saturday morning. While there was no rush from Pablo or his family for me to leave, I wanted to get back on the road and start going somewhere. The downtime had given me time to work on the website and come up with the new design, which is still a work in progress. The Awesome People widget at the bottom of the page is thanks to help from Dave at Tired
Arzúa – Mondoñedo – Soto de Luiña
I got my water bottle filled with milk before leaving the farm. Even though they’d not gone to bed until past midnight, they’d been up before 6am and had delivered a calf while I’d been sleeping. I set out and had a relaxing day with several stops to drink the bottle of wine that I’d been given the night before.
Other than the wine, the highlight of the day was meeting Dani,
Maceió – Brejo Grande
Maceió, as with many other cities in the north east, is famous for its beaches but I didn’t go to see them on my day off. I mainly caught up on some sleep, and got my bike organised. It was a little strange staying with a host who wasn’t there, but I was still grateful that Vitor had let me stay. I was up by 6 and out by 6:30 on my way out of town and south, with about 600km or so between me and Salvador. There was one more capital
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.
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