Maps of Routes from Washington, DC to Belém do Pará, Brasil

The route I took through US and Mexico in 2006-2007 The route I took through Central America Route through Colombia and Ecuador Route by boats on river

Ok, I am going to write about the last few days because I haven't yet. I think I left off at the fire station in Pinheiro. The next morning, I rolled out of there around noon. I was running late to catch the five oclock ferry, but with limited internet access it took me the morning to communicate with my couchsurfing hostess in São Luis, and identify on google maps how to get there once getting off the ferry. So, taking off, I headed out of town, passed the laked fields dotted with buffalo, horses, cows, snowy white herons and white cow birds. The grass was a brilliant green and the landscape fairly striking. A buffalo grazing by the side of the road startled as passed and bounded into the pond below. The wind pushed against me; I played some tunes on my ipod. Struggling past the wind, the rough road, and the slight incline, I finally, gradually, made it around a curve in the road and things became easier. About ten kilometers in, I reached a fork in the road. To the right led to points South, including a 360 km route around the bay to Sao Luis. To the left led to Alcântara, a historic town and site of a Quilombo (escaped slave rebel community), and current site of the most important satellite launch station in Brazil. And to the left also led to Cujupe, the port of the ferry across the São Marcos Bay to Sao Luis. 66 kilometers left and I hoped to reach the five o clock ferry, four hours away, a challenge when you are fully loaded. I ate some lunch at a restaurant there at the fork in the road and spoke with some folks eating there who became very excited about my trip, and appreciative of my Portuguese;) The owner blessed my trip, and comped my meal. I felt the sense of being boosted, carried--like crowdsurfing. From Belem to Sao Luis, in the end, people never failed to help me out. It is as though I was passed along from town to town by supportive individuals at each stop, helping my trip along. I actually crowdsurfed when I was sixteen at a the 1997 HFS´tival, when Third Eye Blind played Graduate. Passed above the crowd, each person I passed over lending a hand to keep me up, for ninety seconds that felt like an eternity. The 66 kilometers to Cujupe were stressful until I realized I would not make the five o´clock ferry, and instead I would catch the 7 o´clock. I stopped for some popsicles--coco, tapioca, and avocado--and then calmly I pedaled the last twenty kilometers. That is when I saw that large tarantula on the side of the road that I thought was dead, but then put up its dukes when I approached to take some photos. I crossed on the ferry, and chatted with an engineer of the satellite launch station who was on his way to São Paulo to teach a class. When I got to the port, it was late, and folks advised me that my hostess´s house was very far and it would not be advisable to bike there at that late hour--8:30pm. Plus, I had already biked 90kms and was exhausted. Instead, they suggested I stay at the port, and the restaurant owner would let me camp there. I called the hostess, let her know I would come the next day, I had dinner, then set up camp and went to sleep. The next morning, I headed into town. The way was long and somewhat complicated, so it was definitely good that I had saved the trip for the morning. I stopped for coffee, and macaxeira and tapioca cakes. I found my way to the house. Then started my stay in São Luis. My hostess, Andrea Paula, is a psychologist and mother of a nine-year-old son. We have cooked for each other, and are language-exchanging--English and Portuguese, and now learning French together. In São Luis, I have now seen both the historical center and the beach. I have a fairly good handle of the city from the seat of a bicycle. I played soccer on the beach last night. At some point I would like to make it to a forró club. That will come sooner or later. I am taking the opportunity now that I have internet, to upload some photos and clear some space from my hard drive. Recently my Kindle screen broke, and thankfully they are sending me a replacement under warrantee. In the meantime, I am going to use Kindle for PC, but my hard drive is so full that I can´t download more books until I clear some of it. If you go to my google plus page, you can see some of the photos I upload, which are from various stages in my trip. By the way, during this time of increased access to the internet, I have had the opportunity to realize that google plus has a bunch of really cool features and has become quite integrated, making it a solid social networking tool. Facebook is officially on notice. Serious and seriously threatening (or could it be complimentary?) competition in the ring of social networking.

The last few days have been good. I have progressed down the road each day, and am now just a day and a half away from São Luis. Every day has its story--each place I end up finding to stay, the people I meet. And the road, well it is relatively flat, a slight bit rolling, through primarily free range cattle ranches dotted with palm trees. Relatively low traffic; the roads with more traffic have ample shoulders, and the roads without much shoulder have little traffic, so the entire time, I just absorb myself in Pimsleur Portuguese and French lessons, and music. Yesterday and the day before, I think I completed about 12 Portuguese lessons, all review, so about six hours of Portuguese speaking practice, as I ride. I have been completing one French lesson each day; São Luis was once ruled by the French for one year, and is the center of the French presence in Brazil. Counting back from today, the places I stayed: Last night, in Santa Helena, I stayed at the multi-purpose complex of the Santa Helena Catholic Parish. It felt a bit like coming home to my roots, a familiar culture as I was brought up Catholic. The night before last, I stayed in Maracaçumé, in a classroom of the Adventist Church. I played barefoot soccer with my local counterparts, scoring a goal and they said I "earned a national contract"! ;) The night before that, I stayed in Cachoeira do Piriá in the Assamblea de Deus evangelical church, which actually took some persistence, being rejected at first, but then finally, the one in charge conceded, but not before asking if I had any vices, such as drinking or smoking. (You can't enter the Kingdom of God unless you are already pure/cured? I was also asked this question at the Adventist Church in Maracaçumé.) The day before that I stayed in Santa Luzia do Pará, at the resident house of the civil police. They gave me a private room, food, wi-fi, the works. And they were strikingly lax about the way they handled their guns, setting them down on the kitchen table, and invited me to examine one. And the day before that, I stayed in Capanema, at the firestation. Super inviting and accomodation. They are military firemen, so they had to examine my passport and take down my number. After I was set, they invited me for pizza. Everyone, I am sure you already are, but please be nice to foreigners present in the States. Our international image needs all the help it can get now, believe me, and given the way I am treated as I travel, I can only hope to be as accommodating and generous back home with foreigners passing through. As a side, at that fire station and at many other stops along this road, people talk about an English-American couple who passed through about four months ago. They were covered on national television, they are sponsored, they started in Rio and are doing a loop around South America. If you know any more about them, please send a link my way. There have been some things I wanted to note as I move along down the road. I am now officially in the Northeast, in Maranhão. I crossed into this State a couple days ago. The Northeast is the region I fell in love with back in 1999 the first time I came to this country. And it is different from the North. People are much more talkative and gregarious; there is a lot more street life. Of course, this region is connect by roads instead of rivers. It is much more populated throughout. I knew I had come back to a familiar region when I saw the billboard for a vaquejada, which is a party revolving around a horse and bull competition in which a team of two horseback riders must run along either side of a bull for about sixty meters before pulling the bull down to the ground by its tail within a touchdown zone of about ten meters. I attended one thirteen years ago when I was serving in Amigos das Americas; I find it more exciting and far more humane than a bullfight. It demonstrates courage, horse skills, strength, athleticism, and teamwork. Needless to say, I hope to attend one soon. The surrounding party usually includes live forró music and festive dancing. Another note: as expected, the region provides an abundance and variety of fruits, and the one I am currently enjoying is the jambo. They had these riverside in Perú, though I am rediscovering them here in abundance and they are very tasty. Here is a photo: http://www.google.com.br/imgres?hl=pt-BR&sa=X&rlz=1C1CHFX_enUS401US401&biw=1137&bih=527&tbm=isch&prmd=imvnsfd&tbnid=2kUSqaRvQSEsoM%3A&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tocadacotia.com%2Fsaude%2Fjambo&docid=yxo6d3uPaNfjNM&imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tocadacotia.com%2Fwp-content%2Fgallery%2Fjambo%2Fjambo-5.jpg&w=500&h=375&ei=vBohUIzkGOPs6wHev4DIBg&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=115&vpy=164&dur=431&hovh=154&hovw=195&tx=150&ty=117&sig=116627460814607990388&page=1&tbnh=155&tbnw=196&start=0&ndsp=10&ved=1t%3A429%2Cr%3A0%2Cs%3A0%2Ci%3A73 Ok, well, those are my updates for now. Time to move on down the road towards São Luis, reggae capital of Brazil.

Rolling in Brazil. Now on the island of Marajó. Interesting place--Lots of bicycles and buffalo. Pretty laid back. I will be heading to Belém, and then biking towards Sao Luis in Maranhao.

I am now in Manaus, Brasil. The plan is to head to the festival in Parintins in the next couple days. Manaus is huge. About two million people, and it has a 12 mile radius from the town center to the outskirts. We stayed with a family for a few days; my Portuguese is quickly strengthening. I want its level to become as strong as my Spanish, if not stronger. Some of my earlier impressions on arriving here were that Brasil has been hit with a massive wave of tourists in the last five to ten years, and this has changed their attitude and behavior towards tourists, including me. More Brazilians are learning English, and pretty much assume that a tourist does not speak Portuguese, and that they will not be able to communicate if they do not speak English. I surprise people with my Portuguese, or they just think I am Brazilian. My Portuguese is not perfect, but it is good, and I often get asked if I am a Brazilian. With the upcoming World Cup and Olympics, many people plan to learn English by the start of the Cup to be more effective in their jobs. I have been posting almost all my photos on facebook. Soon I will publish more photos and videos here, or make some more photos on Facebook public. I have uploaded many videos publicly on my youtube channel; see link above right.

I am currently in Iquitos, Peru. I arrived here from the border of Ecuador on a boat similar to this one and this one will take me from here to the border with Brasil. This afternoon, I will board this boat and travel to Brasil!

Water Park near Coca, Orellana, Ecuador

Estou em Coca/Orellana, Ecuador, a espera de um barco de Iquitos, no Peru. Vai chegar o 20 do Maio, quando iremos para Iquitos. Enquanto isso, estamos disfrutando Coca. Estoy en Coca/Orellana, Ecuador, esperando un barco de Iquitos, Peru. Va a llegar el 20 de Mayo, cuando iremos a Iquitos. Mientras tanto, estamos disfrutando Coca. I am in Coca/Orellana, Ecuador, waiting for a boat from Iquitos, Peru. It will arrive the 20th of May, at which time we will leave for Iquitos. Meanwhile, we are enjoying Coca.

I am in Puerto Francisco de Orellana (El Coca) in the province of Orellana, Ecuador. I enjoyed the festivities today celebrating the founding of Coca, this town, plus the inauguration of a large, beautiful bridge called Puente Mejestuoso Rio Napo, attended and led by Ecuador President Correa.

I am in Puerto Misahuallí, a town in the Ecuadorian Amazon Jungle. The coolest thing about this town is that Capuchin monkeys roam free through the town, and they are super entertaining to watch--always playing with each other, jumping through trees, running across the ground, climbing up parked cars and trucks, sliding down the windshields, climbing poles and buildings. They love to shake things, including empty restaurant tables, and knock them over. They use tools, including rocks as anvils, and they are adept at learning from imitation. They learned to use a lighter, turn knobs to open doors, turn caps to open bottles, break jars open against the ground or dropping them off ledges, etc. I plan to visit a natural, cultural museum of the indigenous tomorrow, and visit a waterfall with a swimmable pool a the bottom tomorrow. In two days, we plan to depart by bicycle to Coca (Francisco de Orellana), where we will eventually catch our first boat in a series of boats on the Napo and Amazon leading us across the continent, to Iquitos, Peru; Leticia, Colombia; Manaus, Santarem, and Belem do Pará, Brasil, at the mouth of the Amazon river, where we will then take to the roads of the coast of Brasil by bicycle.

Hey everybody, I am in Quito still. Well, actually now based in Tumbaco, at the other casa de ciclistas. A few things happened that made me stay here a few extra days. Our new plan is to leave this Friday towards Pifo, Papallacta, Baeza, Tena, Puerto Misahuallí, and later Orellana-Coca, Nueva Rocafuerte, Iquitos, Leticia, Manaus, Santarem, Belem, Fortaleza, Natal... I took a tour through Quito today, walking at first. I first went to the health clinic to see if they offered a shot I have read about and heard about that boosts immunity to malaria. They did not have it; they said only pills exist and I would have to see an independent doctor in order to get the pills. I walked out of the clinic and saw a store with sewing machines. My jacked needed a bit of stitching repair, and I asked them if they could repair it. They only sold machines there, it turned out. I asked a cop for a place where they do sewing repairs, a sastreria, which is so common in Latin America. The cop directed me a couple blocks away to a shop next to where they make fresh juices. I went there and first ordered a orange-grapefruit-carrot juice for eighty five cents. It was awesome. I soon found a repair shop for my jacket. The guy spoke Quechua to his coworker as he stitched my jacket, then my coin purse, and then my kindle case, expertly. He charged a dollar for the jacket and fifty cents for the purse. By the time he got to the kindle case, he had interviewed me about my bike trip and no longer cared to charge me. He invited me to a Quechua wedding on May 6. Though I don´t plan to be, I told him if I was still in town at that date, I would go to the wedding with them, near Cotopaxi. There will be a live band playing typical Ecuadorian music, and lots of traditional booze. Sounds nice, but unfortunately I believe I will miss that. We later found out that he is, coincidentally, exactly ten days older than I am. After leaving the tailor shop, I made my way to a restaurant that offered soup, a plate of rice, potatoes and gravy, chicken, and berry juice, for a dollar fifty. I left satisfied, and then poked my head into the entrance to a private highschool, in the Franciscan tradition, located behind the gorgeous San Francisco church. The campus has a beautiful backdrop of colonial oldtown Quito. The kids were leaving campus, and many hung out to socialize and participated in afterschool sports. I left there and headed towards Panecillo, which is a lookout point on a hill with a statue of an angel. Unfortunately, it is dangerous to walk up there due to muggings, a fate which one of my cycle touring friends still currently in Quito suffered recently when he hiked up there alone. I did not want to pay for a taxi up and back, so I then opted for a twenty five cent trolley ride to the historic, and still operational train station in Southern Quito. It did not disappoint. The station itself is impressive with its early twentieth century architecture--it was inaugurated in 1906--its tiles floors, murals. An more impressive still are the restored engines and traincars displayed on the tracks, and the gorgeous, green mountains, plus pastel colored houses in the backdrop. Later, I read my kindle in the coffee shop of the train station, then kept reading as I took the trolley all the way to the other, North end of town for just another twenty five cents. Now at the terminal I write you.

Plan is to leave tomorrow, cycling with Gary Tran, over the hills and into the Amazon! Provided I can obtain the package from customs today. Quito and Construbicis Ecuador has been an amazing experience. Thank you Carlitos, Mónica Coba, Ramona Toa, Santi, Daniel, Lorena, et al. Yesterday was the farewell to Javier Camacho Reviriego and Pedro Alonso--may you two have excellent trips heading South and perhaps we will see each other again in Rio at Gary's restaurant. Thank you, guys, for sharing the trip from Guatemala to Ecuador, from Maya Pedal to Construbicis Ecuador--it was a rich, enriching, and memorable experience.

Hello followers. I am now in Quito, and it is quite a nice city. I plan to be here a few weeks waiting on a parcel, enjoying the city, and building a bicycle blender at ConstruBicis. I will also be studying mathematics, reviewing and practicing, to be an online tutor, to earn some money, and to get back in touch with mathematics in preparation to continue technical studies at a university in Brasil.