tHE BiKEs From Bra Zil - part 4

On the subject of snacks, the morning tea stop was still working its way methodically through the endless selection of chocolate treats available, with each country adding more of a range to challenge Cindy.

We ended up in a motel on the highway in the outskirts of Presidente Venceslau, bikes parked right outside the room, even more like Australia. Over to the truck stop and loaded with snacks and drinks, there was only one place where a gathering could occur – up on the hotel second floor relaxing while watching the trucks trundle past.

Charades ice-breaker chocolate. Three words.

All that commuting had a well deserved end-point on Day 41 – Bonito. Another very large nearly 600km for a grand total of 1,700km in 3 days, and no brown grass sighted, a very lush agricultural world. Rain started during the final run in, and the red soil started to take on the appearance of clay, so some careful riding was undertaken when crossing spots where trucks had dragged wet mud onto the road.

Southwestern Brazil scenery

Bonito, which means beautiful in Portuguese, is actually a town of varied appearance. The main street has had a makeover with high end shops, but the backstreets look a bit too eu natural for posting on Instagram. A bit more foundation is required for the pot-holes, but we made it to the resort