The latest stage of The Caminho da Fe sees me in a town called Ouro Fino
Now I may have completely misunderstood but I think this place is the Brazilian equivalent of Nashville.
As you enter the city you are confronted by a gigantic statue of a local rustic lounging on an equally gigantic farm gate
As near as I can make out there’s a famous Brazilian song about this kid and the gate that seems to have spawned a whole genre of music.
Ah the misery of Country and Western. If you play their records backwards your wife and dog return and you get the farm back
There’s a lot I could say about today’s jovial hike.
I think I saw a toucan. And a dead Coral snake that – had it been alive – could have been capable of killing me in 20mins
Actually it cam kill you in the second it takes to strike I suppose. It just takes 20 minutes for the venom to paralyse your nervous system so you suffocate
Most of the time here I’m in a somewhat rural location. Get bitten by one of those buggers and I might just as well sit down on a rock and rage and scream about the unfairness of life till the final curtain comes down. Which is pretty much what I do most of the time anyway
The joy at reaching a decent hotel was wrecked by the Shower Incident
There were three taps,see.
It took 5 mins before I got a semblance of warmth.
Then I fiddled with the left tap bearing the letter Q. Why?
I have no bloody idea
It got very hot very quickly so I turned it back. No change. Still scalding
So I adjusted the one on the right. No change to either temperature or flow.
How is that possible?
I messed with the third tap. Which fell off and landed on my toe
Then I tried to direct the Shower head away from my body so at least my tender bits wouldn’t get scalded. And that fell off as well
I gave up. Leaving the cubicle covered in soap suds
I am now at a great restaurant. Marred only by the fact that a party for a 13 year old girl and her mates is taking place at the adjacent table.
They keep showing pics on their phones of that band…
No Direction ?
Ramblings of a Walker 
Hey Bob, great narration, I just laughed out loud, reminds me of the shower we had in Argentina last Dec, maybe its a South American thing. I am very envious of you, although if I were to do it I would do it on a bike. Keep up the great stories.
regards from your cousin in Ottawa.
Hi Jon many thanks tough one today 30 km but not hilly. I’m just unfit