(^142) Finally, the jeep arrived in Barreirinhas, gateway to the national park, and it thus
sported plenty of guesthouses. We celebrated being alive by drinking a few beers.
At least we had passed the rough bits and could continue by bike to Sao Luis. What
an adventure the past two days were.
Barreirinhas – Humberto de Campos - 118 km
As the road was flat, and blessed with a tailwind, we used the favourable conditions
well and cycled to Humberto de Campos. Not that any other option remained as
there wasn’t anything between the two towns. Fortunately, the route was dotted by
plenty of tiny roadside eateries to fill our water bottles.
At the entrance of town was a comfortable guesthouse at a dirt-low price. The lady
running the pousada looked perplexed that two foreigners chose her pousada.
Nevertheless, she swept and dusted for hours before allowing us in. Afterwards, our
little meander into the village drew much attention. Finally, amidst many stares and
giggles, we discovered a bite to eat.
Humberto de Campos – Rosario - 116 km
Before heading to Sao Luis, the guesthouse owner served us coffee and bread rolls.
After that, it became a long and exhausting day, offering nothing but low shrubs.
Not merely was it far, but the weather was scorching.
Ninety-five kilometres further Amanda had enough. She soon got a ride to take her
the last few kilometres to Rosario. She didn’t have to feel guilty as no sooner had
she departed than a large truck stopped and offered me a ride. In the truck were
four French cyclists, who also struggled in the extreme weather. I politely declined
and rode on to Rosario, where Amanda was waiting.
leana
(Leana)
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