I woke up around 5, but didn’t get up until 5:30 when I thought I heard my name being called. That wouldn’t make any sense. Until of course you realise that Juan and his friend Epifanio were awake and drinking. They’d been up all night, and were eager for me to share some of the gallon jug of clear, aniseed-flavoured alcohol that they were drinking. I accepted a couple of very small shots, but then excused myself and drank water instead. They were full of far too much energy
I tried to sleep in, which meant waking up at 7am instead of 6:30, but felt completely zapped. I had some breakfast and started the first 10-15km, which were basically flat. My legs wouldn’t go in circles, and while the desire to lose my breakfast wasn’t there, I wasn’t too much better off. Even though there were very few climbs, I still had to push my bike up them, not boding well for the long climb ahead up to 3200m.
After almost 3 hours of exhausted riding I made it to the
I’d pumped up my tube the night before but woke to find it flat. So glad I took the lift down, as it turned out that all my spare tubes did indeed have punctures and that would have driven me insane finding that out the night before as I’d have had to stop every few kilometres to try out another tube. I found the one bike shop in town and gave him 4 tubes to repair. Two of them had failed where a bike shop back in Brazil had repaired them, and one of them had far too many holes to
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
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