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
I stayed in a República in Ouro Preto, basically a shared house filled with university students. They were a fun mix of geeky guys who, as well as staying up until 4am playing computer games online, enjoyed partying on the weekends. I hung out with them, and of course also got to know the historical centre of Ouro Preto (Black Gold). There are a few quite spectacular churches, but they seemed to think that being a UNESCO site it was fair to charge $5 to enter each church, and still not let you
Even with the offer from Rodrigo and family to stay much longer in Guanambi, I had to move on. If it weren’t for the 6 month visa limit, I could definitely have seen myself staying longer, not only in Guanambi but in other places too. The people here are constantly saying I should stay a few days more, so much so that if I accepted them all I’d probably barely get to Rio by the Olympics, nevermind the World Cup.
From Guanambi to Montes Claros, there was the best part of 400km, with
While I’d been happy to wake up at 5am and be on the road by 6, the sun wasn’t coming up until past 7am and even then there was a slight chill in the air. I found myself in no rush to leave the Red Cross and no-one seemed to mind that I was there. I had no real need to get to anywhere at any specific time, and it was delightful after the previous looming need to get to Salvador in time for Carnival and my flight. While there was still the next goal – home by the 5th of March