Macae – Campos dos Goytacazes – 94 km ^23
Amanda’s birthday came with the benefit of a tailwind and overcast weather. A good
thing too, as it became a pretty long day of pedalling. The way provided a few
sugarcane traders selling ice-cold juice, which I loved. Nevertheless, Amanda didn’t
much care for the taste and stuck to her tried-and-tested Coca-Cola. Towards the end
of the day, and as expected, she was tired and her backside sore but she never
complained.
The aptly named Canaan Hotel in Campos was our spot as I didn’t think my dear sister
was up to cycling around searching for a budget room. I went shopping as Amanda
claimed she could barely move her eyes and all she could do was lie staring at the
ceiling. The pizza ordered was more substantial than envisaged. After only managing
half, the remainder was packed to eat the next day.