I left Cariri prepared for 60 kilometers of estrada de chão (dirt road). What I was not really prepared for was the rain. Not really the best weather for this type of road.
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During the last days the scenery became more and more interesting – rivers, mountains, meadows replaced the usual pastures. Still, my mind is already racing to the Atlantic, so it is a bit hard to focus on the scenery. Continue reading
Salinas is the Brazilian capital of cachaça – the hostel I was staying in was offering free coffee to its guests, and next to it was standing a huge jar of cachaça with a tap. Continue reading
This is how the plan for the last stretch before reaching the Atlantic shore looks like. Continue reading
I took two full days to recover in Montes Claros, days which my shaken and exhausted arms and legs were screaming for. Until now I rode more than 3,000 kilometers, and only 700 are left. Continue reading
Four days ago was the birthday of my father, who passed away in 2012. Here he is with me and my sister in a photo took when he was young and I wasn’t dreaming of crossing South America:
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The day before took its toll on me: everything hurts this morning.