Dilemma. As Jen reported in yesterday’s blog, we have a problem! Some of the night was spent thinking of a plan to overcome it. The main issues are, it’s the weekend and most businesses close down for the weekend, as they should. Where can we source new brake pads? When…
It was a beautiful morning at 6.30 when I emerged from the Caranex. Completely still and absolutely silent. After breakfast, Dennis was completing his blog, when along came Ricardo, the campsite owner. Ricardo is an overlander himself, having driven a Jeep, towing a caravan, all the way south from Toronto…
We pulled out of the car park at 9am this morning after a rather fitful sleep. The owner of the hotel, or one of his workers, must have decided to carry on renovations in one of the rooms close to us, at 2.30am. He quickly stopped when I shouted my…
I think Dennis must be termed a reluctant sightseer. I had to seriously bully him to put his computer down and get started this morning. If he could see something from his driving seat in Poki, he’d be happy. Visit to Christ the Redeemer Statue We seem to have become…
What can I say about Rio! First, getting here, was out of this world. The coastline from Paraty, magnificent. When we could see over or through the roadside vegetation, I could see, in my minds eye, a freebooting, English or French pirate ship, lurking behind one of the islands, ready…
An Eventful Day All will be revealed during the course of the blog. This morning we woke to swarms of mosquitoes inside our mosquito net. At first we thought we might have let one in while climbing under the net, but we soon realised there were dozens and every one…
What a drive, yesterday, to get here!! The windingest, steepest road, almost 90km’s, I think we have experienced in our whole journey. I’m picking we must have crested 2000m before the steep descent? Poor Jen, barely coherent, but hanging on. After showing signs of improving in the morning, her condition…
Leaving Sao Paulo Poki had survived Sao Paulo unscathed in her undercover car park. Traffic leaving the city on a Saturday morning was not as bad as when we had driven in. Still heavy, but moving. One noticeable difference was the lack of constant toot toot tooting from manic motorcyclists.…
Watching the TV this morning while having breakfast in the restaurant, there was lots of drama playing out but with the screen split in three segments, it was difficult to get an overall picture of what had happened. Incinerated bus frames, charred remains of who knows what. Did a lithium…
Breakfast You might wonder why I’m writing about our breakfast. The arrangements were rather unique and, at first, puzzling. When we arrived, the reception told me breakfast was delivered to the room and asked at what time we would like it? We said 08.30. At about 07.00 we received a…