Visiting with Coco

Stopping off to visit with Coco of Baja racing fame.


With a flow rate that can reach 450,000 cubic ft per second there’s some serious water passing over these magnificent falls. Foz do Iguacu, Parana, Brazil

The Estrada Real

I resist the urge to sprout roots in Rio and I’m on the road again. Since it’s my intention to return to Bolivia for a redux I note that every mile I ride north puts me a mile further from that reality.  I had originally wanted to ride to Salvadore but there are times on […]

The Estrada Real

Following the Estrada Real (Royal Road), a road that connects the resource rich colonial cities of Minas Gerais in Brazil. The skies opened up soon after I took this pic and I was wrestling the SE through the orangish clay mud which made for a long riding day.

Don’t blame it on Rio!!

Raf knows a twisty rich route into the city and offers to escort me to Santa Teresa where I’m staying. I’m happy to let him take the lead and unburden myself with the logistics of riding in the densely populated city. A lush mountain road discards us at the coast in short order and we prepare […]

Steps of Lapa

I made this climb many times hanging out in Santa Teresa. A typical calle made beautiful. RIP Jorge. Lapa, Rio Janeiro, Brazil

The steel city

Resort life is wearing on me so I point the bike north, after so many months and miles riding south this “north” concept still seems foreign to me. The plan is to continue along the coast as much as possible bypassing Sao Paulo and making my way to Rio de Janeiro, but not before visiting […]


So far I am loving Brasil but the fact I’m averaging $100 per day on fuel is unsettling. Brasil is the largest country in South America and I could easily rack up thousands of miles exploring it’s amazing offerings but I know that will not be possible on my limited funds. I was warned by […]

Bem-Vindo ao Brasil!!

The ride to the Brasilian frontera at Chuy is short. I practice my Portuguese on the beautiful aduana agent as she processes my paperwork and wonder to myself if her presence here is part of a tourism campaign. She finishes and smiles as she welcomes me to Brasil in near perfect English. My gringo accent […]

La costa de Uruguay

I enjoy my stay in Montevideo and will miss hanging with my friends at Green Hostal. I reluctantly tear myself away from the old city and make my way north up the coast. I pass through a number of resort cities whose coastlines are littered with high rise buildings for the denizens of tourists who […]