Location: S 27° 35.544′ W 048° 33.177’Town: Florianopolis, Brazil
We’re half way to half way and have ridden our bicycles for five pretty solid days. Already we are getting a sense of what we like (country scenery and small towns) and don’t like (riding with so much gear through big cities), and getting our heads around some of the logistical challenges of unsupported bicycle touring (where to sleep).
For the first two nights we struggled to work out where we could pitch our tents and so sought shelter in guest houses. Perhaps this is because we’ve planned our route around towns, or maybe camping is not such a common mode of accommodation in Brazil. Come to think of it, I’m sure it wouldn’t be that easy to find camping accommodation in Sydney – but I haven’t had to.
We began to research a little more closely into the ticks of the trade shared but the likes of ‘Going Slowly‘ and ‘Crazy Guy On A Bike‘ – yes there are plenty of people out there on great adventures – and while we would continue to aim for designated camp grounds we realised we would have to keep a steely eye out for any opportune sites.
Our third night was destined for Campe Verde, marked as ‘approximately 3km off the highway’, thought turned out to be about 10km 🙁 When we arrived the site looked very shut and attempts to phone the number on the gate were unanswered – so we ended up camping on the grass paddock across the road! We did find a delicious bakery in the morning though.
Knowing now that we had to avoid cities as destinations if we were to find a suitable camping location on day four we aimed for some apparently quieter land by a few lagoons and the ocean. Arriving into a little village north of Imbituba at the ‘wind/kite surf capital of Brazil’! we found a bustling little town with holidayers moving in for the long weekend. What a stunning location.
Though we came across camping signs on the road in we struggled to find them – so ended up pitching on the beach 🙂
This was almost too good to be true. It was a stunning night underneath the full moon with some dunes and hard pack sand to tuck our tent into. Then… at 1:30am it begun. The music was pumping and it appeared that a rave party had started only a few hundred metres from us. By 2:30am we realised it was pointless trying to sleep and begun to pack up ready to start the day. Then – as soon as we were packed up it all stopped – typical. So at 3am we went back to bed..
We have had some wonderful experiences with the people of Brazil right from the start – this I’ll write about in my next post.
Ciao for now,