Archive for October, 2009
Crushed Out 131 Miles First Day Back on the Pavement

Crushed Out 131 Miles First Day Back on the Pavement

October 31, 2009 by 19 Comments

Some days everything just clicks. I left Humaita´ after downing a pineapple vitamina, or smoothie with milk and sugar, and headed down the longest paved straightaways I’ve laid eyes on since my days in Indiana. The heat never passed 98F and a headwind kept me cool. I pedaled like I would never get tired and yesterday I didn´t. After 131 miles I reached Porto Velho and felt exhilarated. As the ruthless commodities trader Mark Yost would exclaim…”TASTE IT!”

Fishing on the Rio Madeira and My Afternoon with a Garimpeiro

Fishing on the Rio Madeira and My Afternoon with a Garimpeiro

October 29, 2009 by 9 Comments

Humaita´ is a rather pretty city on the Rio Madeira (which means wood). For the past few days I have been catching up on my X-Tudo and ice cream eating, tried my hand at fishing, and have met some colorful people along the way.

The Price of Reaching Humaita´

The Price of Reaching Humaita´

October 29, 2009 by 10 Comments

I packed up camp in the dark at 4:30 am and forced a few hundred calories of raisins, granola, cookies, and Tang down my throat for a kickstart to the day. I figured Humaita´ is about 75 miles away, there’s no sense making it a two day ordeal, might as well start early!

Swimming with the Jiahoy Tapyýnha Rapepukua Rekwiawa e Tenharim Indians

Swimming with the Jiahoy Tapyýnha Rapepukua Rekwiawa e Tenharim Indians

October 28, 2009 by 8 Comments

Ten bucks to anyone who can pronounce that. I left the riverside campsite and dogs behind for another day heading towards Humaita´. With such flatness on the road the previous afternoon I had ideas of another 100 mile day and was hammering the pedals before 6am. This wasn´t one of my wisest decisions. Also, I still don´t quite understand the indians of northern Brazil.

Bacana, Americano. Bacana.

Bacana, Americano. Bacana.

October 27, 2009 by 59 Comments

At this point in the trip when I tell people where I have come from I watch their eyes dart up and down from head to toe. While in a pharmacy before leaving Apui´ the woman came from behind the counter while I was explaining my trip and stared at my face from less than 10 inches away. Then she says, “Bacana, Americano. Bacana.”

Across the River Pineapple (Abacaxis) to Eldorado

Across the River Pineapple (Abacaxis) to Eldorado

October 22, 2009 by 17 Comments

I am now in Apui´ with an injured hamstring. I predict it will take more time than I have to heal so I will head out and try to take it easy on the bike. I have trimmed some of my gear down by selling and giving away parts I don´t need. It´s not easy to be a salesman in a foreign language!

A Big Thanks to Resu the Pig Farmer

A Big Thanks to Resu the Pig Farmer

October 22, 2009 by 14 Comments

I´ve made 160 miles since leaving Jacare´and had a very interesting stop over midway. In this section of the TransAm it is very sparcely populated and a smiling face is a welcome sight, especially after an afternoon bogged in torrential rains.

Cowboy Hat Lost in the Jungle Comes Into Town on Familiar Head

Cowboy Hat Lost in the Jungle Comes Into Town on Familiar Head

October 17, 2009 by 8 Comments

While tinkering with a broken pedal on my bike I see a familiar face come by…and atop his head is my very hat that was lost in the jungle 4 days ago!

Man Holds Razor to My Neck in Jacareacanga

Man Holds Razor to My Neck in Jacareacanga

October 17, 2009 by 10 Comments

Don´t worry, just having fun with this title. I have taken time in Jacareacanga on the Tapajos river to slow down a little bit, nurse a low grade fever I´ve developed, and get my hair trimmed with a straight razor for about 1.50$ US.

A Little Help From Some Poachers

A Little Help From Some Poachers

October 16, 2009 by 14 Comments

When morning came to the work camp in the Parque Nacional Da Amazonia I walked to the road with my bike. I pedalled less than 100m and had to carry it back on my shoulder and throw it in the river to clean off the mud. I´d have to hitch a ride out of the mire with the boss man and his employee, who was literally riding shotgun.