From “Uyuni” my path continued throughout one of the most breathtaking views on the planet, “El Salar de Uyuni” and “Reserva de fauna andina Eduardo Avaroa”. To get into this 500km that extends between 3600-5000m above sea level, with temperatures as low as -15°C, has been one of my major challenges. Despite the roads have been insanely rough, where you regret, fuss, yell and cry, undoubtedly the effort was worthy due in such trip, intense sensations come alive and reaches your soul.
After cycling for 146,000 km, upon my arrival to Maceio I stopped to rest and to do some time traveling. In this article, I share with you my first years in Brazil and how the idea of touring the World by bike was born. I’ll also tell you about the magic of returning to the Nova Vrajadhama farm in Pernambuco, a community of monks whose teachings and protection I take to make my dream come true.
My dream came true!!! The Project “Cycling Around the World” is done!!! Finally I arrived in Brazil and after cycling through northeast I came back to Maceio! Here with my friends, who saw me leaving in June 1999 with the goal of cycling around the world. After 14 years on the road and 146,000 km covered I am back. I was very naive, because I planned to do it in 2½ years. But the journey is not over yet, I will cycle home, Buenos Aires.
My short tour in this country was to go into the eastern area in the Peruvian jungle. crossing part of the mountain range I visited remote villages, but the big surprise was reaching the Huallaga River, in the upper Amazon basin, where I will embark to the Atlantic.
During my journey in Ecuador I witnessed demonstrations for and against the government, blocking roads and attacks. I cycled through the Saw, the Amazon and crossed moorlands where I got caught in the rain. One day, the extreme cold weather caused me a severe leg cramp that made me suffer and think as few times in my trip.
It was 3 in the afternoon, I was leaving Pereyra city and cycling uphill, when two guys tried to bring me down and steal me. Blessed be the hour in the morning I took my machete and put it by hand.
I must admit that before arriving in Cuba, I was a guy who ignored tons about this country. Influenced by tourists’ comments and the press, almost always sensationalist, I thought that I would find an extremely poor country, of people interested, full of prostitures and against the government. but what a surprise I had travel by bicycle inside Cuba allowed me to take a completely different view.
When I came into Haiti, it was market day in Dajabon, the border city in Dominican Republic. There were thousands of Haitians crammed darted to his neighboring country hoping to achieve some sales. It was the first time in 13 years of travel around the world that I visit a country wearing escort by choice. Haiti was the first country in Latin America to achieve Independence and paradoxically, according to the UN, it is the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. Marc, a Haitian who studied Business Administration gave me his opinion.
For two weeks Fernando and I rode much of the country. We pedaled from Santo Domingo to Punta Cana, the tourist center of excellence for its endless white beaches and its optimal hotel infrastructure. But inland we visited populations that showed us a harsh reality.