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
Montes Claros – Posto Seabra
I’d stayed in Montes Claros so Neto could ride with me and, as he managed to re-arrange the classes he needed to teach, on Monday morning he was ready. He didn’t have a touring bike, or racks, and the furthest he had ridden in a day was 60km, but he had the 3 most important things – time, desire and a bicycle. He was going to use a backpack to carry the minimal amount that he’d bring (little more than couple of pairs of underwear, off-the-bike
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
I’d arrived in Fortaleza a couple of days earlier than I’d planned, but that hadn’t mattered for my host Auri, and his family (Luciana, Levi, Guillermo and William – a homestay student from the US). I was welcomed in with great warmth which helped me recover from the cheese-induced food poisoning. Auri speaks English very well, but the rest of the time I was speaking in Portuguese. I still don’t speak that well, but Luciana has a lot of patience and so we could speak
Thankfully after his spill the night before, Curtis’ knee wasn’t any worse. He takes ibuprofen every 3 hours to stop his knee being too sore while riding, but it was OK. I’d read that the road ahead was hilly, with one part in particular – Devil Hill – being a problem. We were in luck, as a new road had been built replacing the dangerous 20%+ gravel downhill with a much more sanely graded road.
While we carry water, and there were plenty of creeks to fill up from