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In southern Brazil in the footsteps of German immigrants

We are back in the state of Sao Paulo and still on the Costa Verde. As we now know the places along the way already, all of us continue without any major stops. Even the nice Sao Sebastiao we let the left. Only in Maresias we want to take care of a place to stay. On the local trailer park they call 150 Reais (60 €) from us and we decline with thanks. Such an outrageous price demanded of us is on the whole trip before. A few miles away, in the small seaside resort Boiçucanga While there are no camping facilities, but the local police sent us to a parking lot opposite directly on the sea, a restaurant. There it was safe for us. We immediately plunge into the water as the heat again is unbearable. Then we can buy at last one Jaca fruit . Because of their size we had previously spurned, but since we have received in Rio de Janeiro a taste, we knew how it is delicious. Of course we would eat for days like this.

Also the next day is a pure driving day. Past the city Santos we approach in Cubato to 60 km Sao Paulo . What is happening here is almost unbelievable. We see only container storage bins, trucks with containers (most of the way from Hamburg Süd) and factories. Sao Paulo has spread probably with his octopus arms this far. Air pollution and traffic are horrendous. We stay on the motorway-like SP 055 or 70 km sandwiched between the trucks to Períube . Camping in the alleged Place no one knows, not even the tourist office (Which is not saying a lot.) So we decide to leave for the moment, the coast and drive up into the Serra do Mar, occur in the Paraná and a few kilometers Curitiba is our end to a gas station. Several times we look to the local showers to our body temperature to bring back to normal. We hope that the amount would bring some cooling was deceptive.

There are between Curitiba and the port city of Paranaguá in a very popular tourist railway. The Serra Verde Express Overcomes a narrow gauge railway to the sea a vertical drop of 950 meters with 3.3% slope, 13 tunnels, 67 bridges and spectacular views. The counterpart to this is the Estrada Graciosa . Bernd Jeronymo had tempted to go Estrada Graciosa. Which is however closed to trucks and buses and we would have to sneak past us to the police station at the beginning of the route. As a precaution, I was naturally left in the dark about it. But the signs was in the beginning of the route and clearly for everyone (and woman) of course. The police station was not occupied and so the journey through endless, narrow and steep turns was down at sea level no more obstacles. Although the curves were sometimes really a little small for Burro, but we were compensated by a beautiful landscape.

There were unexpectedly much tourist traffic, but everything had gone for the holidays and even evasive maneuvers at the narrowest points the rest.

jungle as far as the eye. Especially beautiful were the working bee-covered slopes. But exactly because it was very close and, unfortunately, no way for a photo stop.

Nett scale staging invited to stay. Just now drove a police car passing us. The police stopped short, looked over at us, we bothered but no further.

Well, that was built next to this bridge is new, it would be a bit tight for us now.

This creek, the Rio Nhundiaquara has given us the narrow valley.

In the small town Antonina was spectacular the past and we had the leisure to make a walk in the nice, somewhat run-down place. We went with a short climb to Igreja NS do Pilar from 1714th

forecourt From there it was a beautiful view of the Baía de Paranaguá .

colonial houses

and Praça.

Some of the old houses were renovated nice, others by the wet-hot climate deteriorated too far.

past the old, silted harbors

with dilapidated buildings and beautiful views our city tour was over.

At the exit there was still a railway museum with Bernd's favorite subjects.

Our next stop on the track was Morretes , which is also a stop on the train. The place is designed to be very touristy and we were there directly admitted to a parking space and supplies on the spot with information material. Even as we are based, Gerlinde and Horst stood at our window. German camper drivers from Augsburg, and the first we met in Brazil. But they were there today by train and had to 15.00 clock stay. So we went to dinner together we share a bit of travel experiences. Actually we could have meet them before, for they were almost everywhere, where we were. However, they visit in 6 months what we look in 2 ½ months. After we had adopted the two, we started the tour of the village. Morretes is a popular retiree seat and very well maintained.

dressed up the old houses first.

Nett designed paths along the river brought with benches under large shade trees brief refreshment.

The Nhundiaquara has become even wider.

would prefer we did it right the young people and also abused the fountain, because the heat was so slow in trouble again.

So we drove along the ocean. There lay in Caiobá the camp but over the forum and not by the sea, had to once again provide the showers to cool off. Right now it is even for Brazilian standards too hot. Temperatures between 42 ° and 45 ° are common and paralyze all here. Who can just go back in the early morning hours to the sea and only in the dark back again.

The next morning on a short ferry ride, as had the Bay of Guaratuba be crossed. This was a welcome change and cooling.

On and on the BR 101, we reached the state of Santa Catarina . This small state was populated from 1822 by German and other European immigrants. While based at the coast, the Portuguese and the Italians, the Germans took it in the uplands. Well-kept villages and half-timbered houses here are not uncommon. Some places like Pomerode Blumenau and maintain their German image and go very well with it. But before we reached the first of these places, we saw just after Joinville (with a windmill next to the gate) a IVECO workshop. Since Burro already had many miles on the clock, a long list had to work. As expected, they spoke German here and so it was easy for Bernd time to make his wishes to the man. We were immediately accepted, and at 18.30 clock, the various oils and belt changed, checked the brakes and Burro again ready to go. Since it was already too late to find a better place, had to serve a gas station for the night. Us a hot night with a lot of noise and lack of sleep brought. Next on the BR 101 a few miles we turned towards from Blumenau. In the great city of 300,000 inhabitants, 40% of German descent. In all of Brazil Blumenau is known for its Oktoberfest. It is the biggest addition to the in Munich. 30 shooting clubs and dance groups to keep the German heritage with honor. The herring, immigrated from Saxony, have here the largest textile company established in Brazil. But we wanted a size smaller and went on to Pomerode (Pomerania-clearing). Even before the place we noticed this billboard. So it's no wonder the Brazilians believe the Germans bear short pants, pointed caps and drink beer all day (and they really believe).

Our search for a suitable place for the night had been done quickly. Right on South gate was the tourist information and gave us right here at the Jorge Lacerda Praça a free site with electricity and water. Even before we could consider how we should be asking us was a man to help. M. Silverio was watching us from his house and was promptly on the spot. He had a German grandfather (from Bavaria or Saxony?) And whenever he sees campers, he goes to Praça to see if German are included. He knows that most write a blog and then he can read the. In this way, he travels around the world and thus retains the German language. His German is a bit of getting used to, but very easy to understand. He shows us electricity and water connections along the way and tells us that 14 days of this course has stood knee-deep in water. To the surrounding houses can still be clearly seen the water level.

We go to the recommended Silveiro M. premises for lunch. On the way, we are somewhat disappointed. Where then are the half-timbered houses? What we see are houses, which was imitated on a wooden framework. Although the place sparkles with cleanliness, which in Brazil is not so obvious, but it does not look particularly German here. Only the road and restaurant names are here: Mountain View, Schroeder Weege. Our restaurant is Dos Amigos, however, and there it is quite funny. Discussions are taking place this: someone says something in a language that sounds like a very German, but not always comprehensible to us, and another answer in Portuguese. When I asked the waitress what kind of meat I eat just because they do not get me, but she calls me like a guest then can say in German that duck is. He also asks us if we are the ones related to the "Holiday Auto" at the Praça. Again we are struck. After lunch comes Silveiro visit us again and as time goes by with telling. We then come just to visit the local zoo . It is the third oldest in Brazil and was founded by Hermann Weege 1932nd In general everything is Weege: street names, factories, museums, etc. The zoo is quite nice, and here we finally get to face the Mico-Leao-Dourado .

Because he is so beautiful and because we are because of him for hours in flowing Rain have run through jungles: here again the lion goldgesichtige monkeys. At the zoo as well as ill-tempered in nature. One reason why it is so rare, its intolerance towards other conspecifics. He claimed his family circle a large area and the people make it unfortunately dispute.

On the way back to the parking lot, we pass a cake house. The so-called Colonial Café was allegedly a German heritage. There is a buffet with lots of cake and particle species, as well as puddings, breads, cheeses and sausage. It's happening on the plate eat what you want and end up being paid by weight (weight not body weight cake!). So what we should not be so all tradition. Although when I think of one now so Bergische coffee table! Help, I get homesick.

Our parking lot is situated on a park We are out of our chairs and stay until late at night, sit outside. The beer garden snack stand is well attended for a long time. A playground with a small hut close to the park. The benches are decorated nicely with splinter tiles and glass beads. In Germany, would it all before the destructive fell victim to, but here is just perfect world.

The next morning we get the half-timbered houses to face. They are located a few miles outside of New Town in a side valley, the Rio do Testo . Here in Testo Alto they first settled, the people of the ancient world. The Casa Wachholz of 1861 is the oldest building still looks like new.

If the palms and Juccas would not, could this house really are in Germany.

Here is already no longer involved, but maybe the house will once again an owner who receives it.

There are plenty of gems here and so will shape cities such Pomerode for the Brazilians continue to be the image of Germany. Aside from the beer festival at the end of January, the Festa Pomerana . Of which we had been already raved in Parati. Here again, the Brazilians wanted to meet with us and could not understand that for us it was nothing special. But where visitors from all over Brazil, Japan, Korea, and bus loads from Argentina will arrive here to drink beer and eat roast duck with red cabbage and dumplings to hear brass band music and to watch the traditional groups. As we have heard, make it to the Brazilian samba dancing to brass band music.

With the view of the North Gate, the Portico Wolfgang Weege that is to be a replica of the city gate of Szczecin, we said goodbye to Pomerode.

We made a small reverse swerve as we had missed because of our workshop stay somehow the beautiful stretch of Sao Francisco do Sul to Jaragua do Sul. This is what we wanted to retrieve this and in reverse Direction traveled. Time and again we saw some farms in the framework construction in a mountain and the meadows that are just as good in the Black Forest would have been. Also Jaragua do Sul was founded by German settlers. On the Festa do Tiro (IMSA) connect folk dance and traditional groups with names such as: rain forest, swimming in the river New on DVD or Bavaria. But here, tourism is not the main source of income but the textile industry. Erroneously, we held the Parque Ecológico Refúgio Malwee for a bird park. On closer inspection, turned out all but as a giant amusement park, founded in 1978 by Wolfgang Weege. were at the gate We welcomed in German. The Wärtet could only say a few words, but he was very happy to have one visit from Germany there. His grandfather ... ... .... He wanted to learn something about our tour and we were everywhere. Finally, he asked us where was it on top. Even before we could reply he had a ready answer: Of course in Germany. He was never in Germany and knows the country only from stories. We leave him in the faith.

was in the amusement park, two museums, we looked at briefly. Here, you can tell which Weege earn their money, the textile industry.

had

An old steam engine Bernd it again very impressed.

Now we moved on to Sao Francisco do Sul and park right in the beach suburb Ubatuba, where we found a campsite on a beautiful location. Again, we were able to communicate with a mixture of German and English quite well. One child told us a lot and when I told him that I understand no Portuguese, I asked my grandmother color if we can talk as in German. Much they could not, but something was just hanging but still remained. The Grandfather did not speak German anymore, but called her grandparents Grandma and Grandpa.

until the next morning we came to Sao Francisco do Sul , the small colonial town on the beautiful Baía da Babitonga visit. But what would initially almost failed because of lack of parking. Nowhere is the slightest chance of a hole. A helpful policeman who went with the motorcycle with us on finding a parking space was eventually discovered and so we could still see the town. Would have been a pity because the place really makes her a bit. Here's the view of the Igreja Matriz Nossa Senhora da Graciosa.

Whether it has been at the Mermaid Brigitte Bardot model? At least as pretty she is!

were worked feverishly to complete the last floats.

Now we were almost back in Joinville and had to go all the way back. It drove in the direction Florianópolis. The heat was unbearable and finally came the storm. As always, it's raining then no, it pours. In a few minutes we had lost sight more, the road was under water and the first cars stopped at the booth stiffeners. Only the trucks on board AGAINST unmoved. We went as soon as possible to a gas station, tore open all the windows and lay down to nap. When we woke up the rain was over and dropped the temperature in the camper at 10 ° from 41 ° to 31 °. Not really cool, but at least something more pleasant. This was good for our nerves, because we needed now. To get on the Ilha de Santa Catarina , we had to Florianopolis, the capital of the state and not just with over 500,000 small. Florianopolis is divided half on the mainland and half on the Island. The two parts connected by a large bridge. Stop and go it went ahead and we cursed once again the idea of just wanting to go to an island. Islands seem to exert a special attraction to tourists. We also came out from the crowd no more. Instead of the promised secluded beaches, we now know what the statement in the guide: family resort with good infrastructure in plain terms, namely people and hype without end. The streets were crowded as the Rüdesheimer Drosselgasse main tourist season, it was not even the weekend. Only when we Ingleses do Rio Vermelho and Sao Joao do Rio Vermelho had left (although, that we could only guess. Where Florianopolis stopped and started the various seaside resorts was no longer visible), it was finally quiet. We searched for a campsite on the Praia Moçambique and were not initially find. Then we saw an indication of Campo. But Campo (field) is not synonymous with camping, but our instincts told us we should try. In fact, camping allowed, and there was simply everything you need: water, electricity, showers and all the ridiculous price per person of 10 reais. The huge area was in a pine forest was so dense that the sun shining through the trees and could barely borders the beach. A real paradise For us, heat injured. Although we are because of the wet ground could not go too far in the space inside, we found a nice place, far enough away of the few other tents and campers who were here.

DC we stayed two days. Although of course it rained on the second day, as always, if we have an ideal place to sea. But rain does not cold, but bearable. So we let us not stop to take long walks by the sea and watch the people fishing, sea snails or crabs are looking for. We could here endure for weeks.

be lazy, but that will not happen and so we started on the third day to circle the island. After we left our paradise, we were back in the middle of hype. First we passed a number of very full campsites. When all knew how pretty it is on the Campo! Then we visited the Tamar station in the hope of baby turtles to see. But unfortunately, the whole thing turned out to be a kind of advertisement for the project and there were only a couple of sea turtles to see in pools, because the beaches here are just too crowded to still be breeding grounds for turtles can.

The beautiful Lagoa da Conceicao is marketed by its capital Barra da Lagoa also mercilessly and there is no spot that is not somehow built or used as a parking lot.

very south of the island at the Lagoa do Peri should there be, according to travel guide yet Jacaré and otters. That was of course a joke, here is all set for tourists. Ranging from barbecues to toward beaches on the lake (Who wants to swim with Jacaré?). So we decided to turn around and our Campo aufzusuchen.Dort we were back from a joyous Carpintero Campestre justified.

We could not separate ourselves and spent another day in the woods. We had heard that the carnival weekend is a major holiday weekends of the year and so our Campo filled more and more. Family associations found in here, time to make room for us. This time we went directly to Lagoa Florianopolis, to spare us the annoying northern loop and had of a hill once a beautiful view of the lagoon.

Because the BR 101 then became a construction site, we had the pleasure of a long traffic jam driving, but that was nothing compared to what was happening on the opposite lane. As we have long had another free ride, the cars were still another 35 miles. Everyone wanted the sea and the island. It is already noon when we were Lagoa do Imarui cross a bridge. We had not imagined the whole thing for us today. Well just want us to do Sinner to countryside, away from the busy direction. Originally, the Termas da Guarda our destination, but because of the construction site lack the signs and we drive past the exit. Business, and we want to return because of the congestion and we can not change our plans at short notice and go through a very rural area about Sangão and Morro do Fumaça direction Lauro Müller. But where to sleep here? 24hr gas stations are no more and no campsites. In Urussanga we see a reference to the Pousada Vale dos Figo. Although we have to drive half a mile runway to come to the Pousada, but an attempt, it was worth to us. First, is the owner not pleased with the Idea, let us stand one night in his parking lot, but think about it and he can we stay. Money he wants for none of us have. Now we also want to splash out and go into the restaurant, where there is a Café Colonial. That was the best in every respect.

We get the daughter and the son of the owner to know and learn that most inhabitants of the place of Italian descent. Here is a wine growing region and the wine is the Italians have brought to Brazil. The daughter has a cousin in Heidelberg, Germany and knows. In fact, she loves to travel and we have to talk (In English). We hear with surprise that some young men go from the place in the season to Germany to find work in the Italian Ice Cream. The world is a village!

DC provides us with the daughter in a better place to stay. It is a little on a hill, next to lavender and rose beds. We have power there and also get a shower open. So we then have a really nice place for the night with all the comforts. And by the way we also learn new fruits (of a palm tree) and may not know the sample site. As the saying goes: Travel links.

The next morning we will look a little to on the grounds of the pousada. It has its own Trilhas to a small pond, waterfall and stream, and is all around beautiful. Unfortunately, by the owners to see anything yet and so we leave without saying goodbye to Orlenas , another wine-and fruit city in the region. From Lauro Müller a narrow mountain road starts with a fabulous view that will take us 1,480 feet. It winds steadily in bends and curves up the hill and from a vantage point we can trace the road.

Like almost every time we go to such routes, it starts to drizzle and the view is unfortunately worse. At the summit it is raining then been stronger. Such is life when you want to escape the heat at the sea, then you get to the level in the rain. But we are drann much more better than the tourists, the cold here in the bikini top and flip flops miserably. While we remain, in principle, at the height, but interrupted by Talab or driveways. Here's the apple-growing region of Brazil. Right now just is Ernetzeit and there are apples and apple products to every corner. If not, the Araucaria forests were, we could really think we were in Europe. Here is the way in the winter snow, which is for the Brazilians from the North and a sensation in July, here are all the hotel beds full. About Sao Joaquim and Lages , the economic and trade center of the region, we obtained from an 8-kilometer-long downhill, the valley of the Rio Pelotas and thus the border with the state of Rio Grande do Sul . From Vacaria , (second largest apple producer in Brazil) there are again huge plantations and factories. Striking the many miserable huts of the black workers are on Straßenrrand. Then we caught the right of the rain. Ironically, on a long downhill it is pouring down with rain and we have little visibility. Oncoming cars pass landmark and really, there are already branches and even worse, large rocks on the road. The slopes are threatening to slip and we can stop anywhere. It says only eyes and through. Endless is the time before us, until we finally Caixias do Sul he have enough. While it will be a campsite here, but because of heavy rain and darkness, we want to not look, but go to a 24hr gas station located there in the last gap. We are made perfect for the day. The next morning saw the world better, but not necessarily dry out again and we had an eye for the landscape, such as on Galópolis and its waterfall.

Now we are in the Serra Gaúcha and on the so-called Rota Romantica . Here again a lot of descendants of German immigrants live very well from tourism. In Nova Petrópolis welcomes visitors to the Sleeping Beauty Tower.

However, we continue in the smaller city Dois Irmaos Where we want to go to the Rota Colonial Baumschneis . Now that we have bad luck twice, first is Monday and second Monday and the museum of local history has closed. The supposedly interesting houses are partly in ruins, so we are quickly gone and again Picada Café and Morro Reuter in Nova Petrópolis . There are a lot of shops and hotels and the only thing really is a little reminiscent of Germany, the Parque Aldeia do Imigrante with lake and souvenir shops. From all the speakers play German music and just now they play "Rut, rut, rut sin de Ruus. Bernd and I agree with one is, but Rose Monday and right now they are singing this song in Buchholz certainly. So we are short in ideas at home.

We are often approached by people who have seen our camper. Either because they have ancestors from Germany, or because there are German, the visit just their relatives in Brazil. So we are hardly moving ahead with the visit to the theme parks. Here, the open-air museum with the original homes of the immigrants and the giggling is to look really nice.

it starts to rain again and we refrain from visiting the place called vale of tears. The had me very very interested, as there are close to my birthplace in the Taunus, a vale of tears. But as we drive directly to Gramado Canela . Both places are very touristy and therefore there exists hype. However, we embark on the same Estrada do Parque do Caracol where you want to be a campsite. On the CCB is room for us and so we are first among all these Araucaria.

first visit the next morning, we the National Park. He is actually the most visited in all of Rio Grande do Sul, and consequently many people are there. So nothing to see with alleged of monkeys, armadillos and coatis. However, the Cascata do Caracol is quite impressive, especially since it because of the rains in recent days also true of water into the sea.

Homely or rather unheimelige paths lead through the area in which there is to be alone, seven species of snakes.

before the immigrants came, there was huge Araucaria. It was running so much exploitation, that the trees must be placed at the National Parks and protected national programs for reforestation are. The trees can reach a height of 50 meters and discarding the age of 100 years, their lower branches. Only then did they get this striking form with the striking tree. Probably the oldest is in Brazil Araucaria Parque do Pinheiro Grosso , which unfortunately was closed for unknown reasons, with a gate and fence and expressly forbidden for visitors. This annoyed us and we slipped through the barrier to the giant trees. It is 49 meters high, not to capture 700 years old and with a picture.

After the park we visited the city of Canela. Here, too, opened up to us what should be so German at the place that tourists flock. Maybe it's the doll's house or the toy museum. We found most notably still the symbol of the site the Igreja Matriz de NS de Lourdes with the flowers in front.

We spent another night in the CCB, the German left corner and made another trip to the Rota Sinfonia da Natureza (Street of the beauties of nature) to Cambará do Sul . This Burro did not come out of practice, we had from there a 19-kilometer dirt road to the Parque Nacional dos Aparados da Serra drive. There are hiking trails of different duration with and without a guide to Canion Itaimbezinho Thurs. The way we have done to save us, because due to the onset of rain, there was unfortunately not a view. Bernard wanted to give it a try and went to the 2 ½ hours of walking. This shot in the ravine, he could just make more, he stood in the mist. Nothing was more to see, not even the trees nearby. He groped his way quickly back to the camper.

The track was muddy and now the return trip no picnic. When we were back on pavement, Burro was filthy to the roof. We had enough of mountains, drove back to Cambará do Sul over Tainhas entlangt the Rota do Sol ( a very nice scenic route), back down to sea level up to Torres . Here we were back in the sun and Completely restructured alone!

The first night we spent at the campsite Carla , then we moved on but much narrower, but closer to the beaches and the nearby Torres place Guarita . Besides the beaches here are the Guaritas the main attraction. This basalt mountains or towers (Torres) habem gives the town its name.

the Torre do Meio climb and from there we could have a beautiful view of a stone bridge, beach and sea.

even more beautiful views.

The next morning we were sitting to start at the camper, but we wanted to pitch not release us. The ground was sandy, as we had seen in Into ride and drive in an attempt on the 15 cm high limit, we dug ourselves deeper and deeper in the sand.

There was broken in the action, the cement enclosure were sawed the same hard-working hands with a hacksaw to help around the metal reinforcements. But unfortunately too late Burro stuck to the bumper firmly in the sand. Since only half shoveling like mad and inferiority of wood and stone, with the result that this is all somehow in the sandy ground disappeared.

The camp warden called a towing company. The put us on the hook and pulled. The result was that he himself stuck in the sand and when he was out again, without comment verschwandt simple.

was going to do now expensive. But Bernd took the jack and lifted Burro millimeter by millimeter into the air. Unfortunately, not enough material to shim was present, but who knows Bernd knows that he never gives up. The camp site warden phoned around for a while and ordered a construction vehicle. As the came from far away, it took so its time to Then it was on site. Bernard had in the meantime Burrro almost under control. It then took less than two minutes to the heavy tractor Burro raised and had pulled out of the sand.

Our pitch was devastated, but left the camp warden took it. He saw the fault in himself, he had underestimated the soft ground and the severity of our vehicle. He apologized for the inconvenience, and many rejected the offer from us reimbursement. A mobile home he will probably never return to his seat.

Now it was already Lunch and far we would come to this day is not good. But we did not bring calm and enjoyed the ride. On the coast road we passed through places with Namn Xangri-Lá or Oásis . They turned out to be almost pure holiday or weekend settlements of the inhabitants of Porto Alegre . On the sea side were the fenced and guarded housing units and partially on the other side of the road the miserable huts. Even in Balneario Pinhal we found a parking space in a unrecognizable as such and not identified prior to camp without a hostel name. We keep asking whether these places are not want to be found or intended. We had asked at least 5 people after a camping option and then were sent in five different directions. Only one resident, who climbed over a wall to ask the owner, helped us to the place where it stood but a few tents. Just stop by the sea would not have been possible, for here and as in no parking signs were everywhere Torres camper. The beach here was very well attended, although the sea was very rough and quite brown, too. Shell Seekers were making with special equipment to go to good loot. The next morning we drove along a road towards Capivari do Sul, which is called "green tunnel had "deserved it.

About Palmares do Sul and Free Sebastiao we reached the Estrada do Inferno (road of hell), on a narrow spit of land 300 kilometers long between the Laguna dos Patos and the Atlantic skirting. We first saw the reference to a Rodeo . Since we had never attended such, we went straight to the site. Here we saw more campers together than in Brazil.

A colorful folk had gathered here to attend the rodeo. Was grilled at every turn and we began to water in the mouth.

Even the two older men were perfect in gaucho outfits.

was just announced the capture of young cattle and we looked for a while.

The youth had their fun with it. Only the horse looked a bit critical.

from power-up water connection, shower house and Verpflegunszelt was all there was the mobile Vaquero latter need. Also you could here completely kitted in the pants to the waist and the inevitable cup Mate, it was all to get. We want to put us whether we are short and in the evening to watch folk dancing, but then we decided to still continue, because we were so slow to horses smell. By the way, Inferno was nothing more that dirt road is notorious for two years completely paved and easy to navigate. In Sao Jose do Norte we had to classify us in the queue for the ferry on Laguna , But the luck had to wait only 20 minutes. From the ferry it was a beautiful view of the village with church and port facilities.

On Rio Grande we felt tired and went as fast as possible around the city. A gas station with a night guard duty came to us very welcome and we had a safe place for the night. The next day there was still a highlight on the track, the protected area Esta o Ecológica Thurs Taim, called Pantanal Gaúcho . Although it is not open to the public, but leads to 15 kilometers BR 471 due to the terrain. Wood storks and roseate spoonbill we got at the very beginning to face.

was also of such copies of the South American stork abound.

flood plains as far as the eye, ideal living for 230 species of birds and various mammals. Including of course the capybaras.

whole herds of them were able to graze (the Well Jeronymo Senior is not close).

The Loros, not even in the trees and therefore hard to see on the road well, rounded out the picture.

Then it started again to rain in torrents. In Balneário Hermengildo Although the entrance to the campsite for us was too low, but the owner had an alternative land for us. Tomorrow we have another 30 miles to the border in Chuí and to Uruguay. Brazil releases us, as it has received us, in the rain, with a Pantanal and beautiful animal images. In between, beautiful 2 1 / 2 months lay with lots of great impressions.