(^110) Barra de Santo Antonio – Maragogi - 60 km
Following a hearty breakfast at our top-of-the-range digs, we saddled up, but
Amanda had a flat tyre before clearing the gate. The dirt road became increasingly
rutted and muddy. Unsure if we were on the right path, directions were sought at a
security booth. The staff assured us this was indeed the right road and one could
follow the track over what appeared to be private land. Following instructions, we
soon ran out of road altogether.
There wasn’t anything to do but drag the bikes along the sandy track through palm
trees until reaching a river where crossing was by using a small ferry. On the
opposite side, a more comfortable ride awaited via a paved road past scenic
beaches and small one-lane fishing hamlets.
In Porto de Pedras, one, once again, had to use a ferry. Poor Amanda. At least the
ferry was more substantial, which made her feel slightly more secure. A
cobblestoned road led further north past numerous fishing settlements.
Brazilians appeared to have made this a long weekend as the following Tuesday was
a public holiday. In stark contrast to the villagers on horseback, well-off city slickers
showed off their big toys and fancy cars.
Maragogi – Ipojuca - 90 km
Our digs in Maragogi must’ve been one of the cheapest (and best) guesthouses as
truck drivers favoured it - a sure sign of a good deal. Breakfast consisted of cassava
resembling what was known at home as “krummelpap”; good carbs for the road.
Amanda’s gear cable broke, and she struggled in her granny gear to a bike shop
where they did a temporary job that would hopefully get us to the next big town.
But, again, the helpful owners wanted no money. Nevertheless, a slight tailwind
helped us in making good time.
leana
(Leana)
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