Day off in João Pessoa
I just had a single day off, but there wasn’t that much to see in the city so it was enough. The main highlight downtown was the Church of Sao Francisco, which is definitely worth a visit. In the evening I met up with Paulo from Couchsurfing and we went to the Estaçao iCabo Branco, which as well as being designed by Oscar Niemeyer was full of interesting local art.
Roney & Dama are full of life and love to talk, Roney in particular loving to debate. We got to
From Corriverton to the ferry to Suriname it was only 13km and I had until 9am to cover it. I’d read about how it can be very busy, but when I got to the terminal at 7am there were only 5 other passengers. The gate closed sometime around 8:30 maybe, at which time there were about 50 passengers, not too bad. We’d been let through the quick custom check, and I went to lie down on the bench waiting for the 9am launch, which ended up happening closer to 10. As is normal for me I fell asleep
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,
I’d been thinking of leaving Tumeremo early, and having a relaxing day at Cesar’s place, but it didn’t quite turn out like that. I slept in at the hotel, leaving the room just in time for breakfast, and followed that up with more lazing around, trying in vain to use the slow internet to download some podcasts. By 11am I figured I should do something productive, and so, after getting my sandals sewed up the day before, I took my cycling legwear to get a bit of the stitching re-done
It was around 7am by the time I stirred and, thankfully, Nevado del Ruiz was still visible. Juan Carlos had said he’d come over to see me, so while I was waiting I worked on editing my photos and writing the blog entries so I’d have them ready to post the next time I had internet. By the time he arrived at 9 I was almost up to date, showing just how much time it takes to get this thing done. I think I might start with less rambly posts.
There were two university students who had also