Everybody woke up to say goodbye. I left with many hugs and I continued the ride on the muddy road.
It was quite hilly, and the scenery was not as nice as the day before. Left and right of the road there were huge grazing pastures reclaimed from the forest.
Although nice to the eye, it was shocking to notice first hand what a tremendous change in diversity of plants and animals there is between these pastures and the tropical forest.
After riding a total of 80 kilometers on the dirt road, I finally met the asphalt and I continued to the town of Cobija, at the border with Brasil. I finally reach the border, but surprise, there is nobody on duty. I continue and I realise I am already in Brasil, as everything is written in Portughese. I go back, see a Bolivian police officer and ask him where they stamp the passports. He looks quite bored and tell me to go to Brasiléia (the town on the Brasilian side) and get a stamp. So I exit Bolivia unceremoniously, go to the federal police in Brasil, get an entry stamp and end the day with an amazing sunset.