Dearest of lucky horseshoes up my ass…
I’d like to thank you for pulling through again so I could be part of this unbelievably delicious Asado (BBQ) that appeared at my river-side camp after a weekend of red wine and fishing!
It was a dark and stormy night…
No, wait, that’s the introduction for Halloween stories. Let’s try that again.
It was hot as hell with humidity well into the nineties. After riding through most of Central America in flip-flops, shorts, and sunglasses. I'd finally given into the fact that I should at least wear my padded Gore text motorcycle pants while on the bike "just in case." So here were are riding down the BR319 road in Brazil on the way to the city of Manaus in the Amazon.
After some serious Canadian summer fun, ohh and a bit of not quite as fun work. We're back!
Here's a quick video of how the reunion went with KLaiR, Stanley & myself. Next up we just need to smuggle ourselves back out of Brazil, then check back in and head off to the Amazon!
I read there might be some shallow river crossings to attempt while passing through the Ecuador Amazon. I'd never crossed much more than a puddle on a motorbike, so I was in for a real treat when I got to walk the bike through not one, but two rivers!
Lucky for me, struggling about halfway across the first one a guy came in to help me.