Back in Peru, we finish our time in the jungle and head into the mountains. We meet all sorts of exotic animals and see the creepiest fingers that we’ve ever encountered. We pass through Cusco for a second time and take some time off of the bike.
Our thrilling chapter in Brazil finally comes to a close with a visit to its most obscure state, Acre. We find ourselves in a ferry boat cockpit, a bathroom for toads, a house full of hospitality and a floodplain.
This is a strange post. It details my continued adventure in the Brazilian state of Rondonia. There is also discussions of hooves and flags, I win a prize, Annie gets more famous and we have a legitimate challenger to our trunk size.
This post documents our ride down this dead end road in the middle of the Pantanal tropical wetlands. We cross more than 200 bridges, see thousands of jacare (alligator-type creatures) and don’t get eaten by a jaguar.
Our path through Central Brazil continues to be smooth. We receive more excellent hospitality from a moto club, Annie gets a long-awaited upgrade and we even meet a new riding partner.
As we head into Brasilia, we fall into the hands of the Carcarás motorcycle club. As everyone knows, motorcycle clubs are dangerous. They might even feed you or give you a place to stay. Riders beware!
Our journey west to cross the South American continent begins with a decent amount of drama, as some important items cease to function. Thankfully, we encounter some new friends on the road that help to smooth over these challenges.