3,930 - 4,230 km
Punta del Diablo
It was not all together easy to leave the Punta del Diablo where we were among such great friends and were comfortably lodged! But we were excited too, to set food on Brazilian land and embark on the yet unknown adventures ahead of us. Little did we know that we were going to face some of the most difficult challenges on our journey, and the heat and humidity were already taking their toll.
Chuy is a city literally divided by the boarder between Uruguay and Brazil, right along the main street! You find the Uruguayan stores and products on one side and the Brazilian on the other side. I set off to store up on some Uruguayan "mate" as it was my last opportunity.
Due to the heat, I was stressing to finish my errand, but it took its sweet time. Moreover, we had already past the Uruguayan boarder control without "checking out" we were told at the Brazilian boarder control (so we had to go back).
This was just the start.
Later on in Brasil as we took a break, I did my best to keep the spirit up with music, dance and show-offs. The truth was that the humidity was unbearable and only at velocity with the breeze could we tolerate it. So, you make the best of the situation and "Just Dance"!
... but it was I eventually ran out of steam! It seemed practically impossible to continue without a much needed siesta below the blessed branches blocking out the sun!
The landscape was beautiful, the Atlantic coast on one side and the interior country side on the other. The road was not bad, but we encountered more and more traffic the longer we continued.
After noon there was only one expression on our faces, and it said it all.
So we refuelled with food, desert and coffee before tackling the afternoon!
We were unsure of whether to go to Rio Grande or somewhere else to spend the first night. To be honest, we were really unsure of how to cross through Brazil to get to the world famous Iguazu Falls that was our final destination in Brasil. - We were continuously looking for a road map and divine guidance.
By chance, we ended up in Pelotas where we were able to find a relatively cheap hotel down town and parking for the bike. After a stroll down town we found a place to dine before hitting the hay and some much needed rest.
The next day was going to prove itself to be even more challenging!
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