I headed to Urcuia pedaling fast, because from there I was facing around 80 kilometers of dirt road to Pintópolis. From distance the road looked fine, if a bit dusty. Even better, I thought, means it’s dry. I let air off the tyres, so they have like 3.5 – 4 bars, and I start on what looks like a good road.
But no, it was not good. It was bad. It was mean. It was evil. It was as if Satan of the bicycle world designed this dirt road. All along the 80 kilometers there were these transversal bumps, maybe three centimeters tall and 40 centimeters apart, which made the whole ride feel like riding a pickhammer.
Where there were no bumps, it was sandy and felt like Paris-Dakar. It took me 12 hours to reach Pintópolis, way after darkness fell. But I was warmly welcomed by senhor Antônio who lodged me in his pousada and I finished the long day in front of a cold beer!