With only 37 miles on my agenda for today I had time to take it easy. I tested my new Brazilian light weight woven cowboy hat, cracked open a Schin lager on the road, and watched the trucks roll past.
I now find myself in the one horse town of Placas. There isn´t much to see or do in this town but I did notice a traveling circus with a Big Top set up just behind the main drag. With a little luck things will get lively later on.
While climbing a hill today I stopped to take a picture of a perfect example of the “soil” conditions typically found in the Amazon. It´s easy to see that all the life that occurs in this soil is in the top few inches, everthing is recycled almost perfectly above the surface. If you scratch just a little deeper you´ll see that below lies hard lifeless dust and sand.
Once the fertile top layer is cut, burned, and dragged away there´s not much left to work with… and biking through it sucks too!
Well I think I look the part of a Brazilian Gaucho, maybe minus the skin tight spandex cycling shorts.