Pelotas
I planned to depart on this day, but I discovered our unwashed laundry behind the
reception counter. Maybe the staff considered it old clothes no longer needed. And
there I imagined I’d picked up a few Portuguese words!
We took the washing to the laundry ourselves and the rest of the day was spent
meandering the historic areas. In the nineteenth century, Pelotas was Brazil’s
primary area for producing dried meat, a staple made by slaves to feed other slaves
working on sugarcane, coffee and cocoa plantations.
Pelotas – Camaqua – 133 km
With clean laundry we continued to Porto Allegre. Expecting a headwind, it came as
a pleasant surprise to find the wind slight and the way gently undulating.
The area was very much Gaucho country, and farmers on horseback rounded up
cattle aided by their working dogs. I watched in fascination as they commanded the
dogs by whistling, a task they made look easy. In my mind, there’s nothing more
beautiful than watching skilled people at work.
At the Camaqua turnoff, a petrol station made it a convenient place to pitch the
tents. However, it turned out to be a popular truck stop resulting in a noisy night.