Just sand… (Jaguaruna-Porto Alegre)
Posted on | December 11, 2009 | No Comments
The title speaks for itself…
Sand
There is really not much to say about this part of the route. Sand, sand, sand. And the next day sand again…
There are not many picture to take, not many experiences to talk about. I start getting tired of sand. 300 km sand. Or even more?
I arrived in Arroio Da Silva at night and entered the only open bar. The bar-tender, a maybe 45 years old man with huge glasses greeted me first and then eyeballed me scepticly. “What are you doing here at night? Are you a tourist? There is nothing to see in this town. Especcialy at this time”. I explained him what I am doing. A customer listned and asked me if I already have a place to sleep. I shaked my had.
“I can`t offer you my place but I can bring you to a cheap hotel. Maybe they let you camp in the backyard.”
We went to all Hotels of the ugly town… All of them were closed. The bars as well. The man left and I was walking through the streets at midnight, hoping to find at least a ruin, where I can sleep. Then I saw something really paradox: The only open thing in the town: A farmacy. At midnight. But bars and hotels closed… The lady from the farmacy sent me to a house, which looked more like a building lot. “Ask for Vanessa”, she said. I was standing at the gate and knocked. A woman in a bathrobe came out of the ruin. My god, what beautyfull eyes… “Are you Vanessa?”, I asked. “Yes”, she said. “I need a place to sleep”.
“Who sent you?”, she asked… “The lady from the farmacy”. She opened the gate and I came in. “Wait here”, and she went away. At the same moment I heard dteps. Maybe 4 or 5 people running somewhere in an alley, very close.
“Get that gringo! … Where`s he got to?! ”, I hid.
“Where is he?!” the guys stopped in front of the gate. “The fucker escaped!”…
Silence… Vanessa, still in the bathrobe, came back. I got out of my hideout. She brought me to my room: A broken closet, a broken tv and an almost broken bed. That`s all. But I was fine with that. Actually I just need the bed. I turned around. Vanessa came closer to me and looked at me with her hypnotising eyes… A strange moment of silence… “20 Reais!”, she shouted abresively and so surprising that I almost jumped out of my skin. I gave her the cash ans she went away. I fell into the bed and slept. A weired day.
The next day: Sand. Until Passo de Torres:
On the other side: Rio Grande Do Sul State
This river is the border between Santa Catarina and Rio Grande Do Sur.
Curious I crossed the bridge and entered Torres. The first thing I note: Every second persond carries a wooden cup with a metal straw, with a kind of tea inside, called “chimarrao” (Mate).
I asked the police and the bombeiros for a place to sleep. Both refuesed. I camped at the side of the city. Next day: Sand.
A break in the Sand
I finnaly arrived in Osòrio, which was the last city of my way to Porto Alegre. It was the 23.10, so 2 days before my birthday. After Osòrio I would have to walk through the outskirts of a city with millions of cityzens, which meant: Bus-time. As you remember: No I don`t walk every single meter. Huge citys are my exceptions 
My birthday, I celebrated in Porto Alegre.
Thanks to Mauni, Tiago, Luis, Nick, Joka, Bruna, Jaque, Athos and Renata for the great time.
With Bruna & Friends in Porto Alegre
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