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.

I had a try in the evening, and although tempted I started pedalling dry. The day went by quick, riding through kilometers of eucalyptus plantage. Traffic was quite heavy, and many trucks were carying parts of wind mills for a farm to be constructed up North. I took a photo of one truck – it looked like a tropical insect.

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