No dia 09 de abril de 2012, iniciarei uma viagem de moto em que pretendo realizar a maior volta ao mundo já percorrida numa missão de paz:

  Essa volta ao mundo abrange 66 países, sendo eles em sua ordem de percurso:

 Brasil, Paraguai, Bolívia, Peru, Equador ,Colômbia.

      Panamá, Nicarágua, Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala, México,

                                   EUA, Canada, Alaska,                                                    

    Rússia, China,Vietnã, Tailândia, Mianmar,

 Índia, Paquistão ,Ira,Turquia , Síria, Líbano, Israel,

Egito, Sudão, Etiópia, Quênia,Tanzânia, Malaui, Moçambique,
 África do Sul, Namíbia , Angola,   Rep.Dem.Congo, Congo, Gabão,
 Guine, Equatorial, Camarões, Nigéria, Benin, Gana, Costa do Marfim,
Guine,Gambia, Mauritânia, Saara ocidental, Marrocos,

Espanha, França, Itália, Áustria, Hungria, Ucrânia, Belarus, Rússia,
                        Finlândia, Noruega, Suécia, Alemanha, França, Espanha e Portugal como chegada

                     

Serão aproximadamente 69.440km do ponto de partida (Rio de Janeiro) a Lisboa.

                 

                 Proposals and Objectives:

Spread the culture of various countries in the Americas, Europe, Asia and Africa to the youth and adolescents studying in public schools and universities, making traveling photographic exhibitions to the public of all ages.

The spread will be accomplished through documentaries and exhibitions, and photographic arts, which will be registered through a journey in which will be covered 69 (sixty nine) countries, 70 (seventy thousand) kilometers (km) within 200 days, on board a motorcycle properly.

Along the way will be made photographic records and plastics, ways of life, the holidays, expressions, knowledge and practices of different countries, from large cities to communities, thereby obtaining a cultural mix of different images to each other, building an information hegemony.

The spread of culture of various countries through the arts stimulate a broad knowledge of the goods and values ​​through their distinct beauty in a gap between art and culture. Various scenarios, like images full of influences from a scene that recreates the aesthetic virtuosity and the dichotomy between the individual and their culture of origin.

Redeem interest in world culture and especially inspire young people to explore the planet they live on.

  Indigenous community of Camisea in Peru / Urubamba River.

This trip around the world covering 66 countries, among them in order of their journey: 


Brazil, Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador, Colombia, Panama, Nicaragua, Honduras, ElSalvador, Guatemala, Mexico, USA, Canada, Alaska, Russia, China, Vietnam, Thailand, Myanmar, India, Pakistan, Iran, Turkey, Syria, Lebanon, Israel, Egypt, Sudan, Ethiopia,Kenya, Tanzania, Malawi,Mozambique, South Africa, Namibia, Angola, Rep.Dem.Congo, Congo, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea, Cameroon, Nigeria, Benin, GanaCosta d'Ivoire, Guinea, Gambia, Mauritania, Western Sahara, Morocco, Spain, France, Italy, Austria, Hungary, Ukraine, Belarus, Russia, Finland, Norway, Sweden, Germany, France, Spain and Portugal and arrival.
There will be approximately 61.440km point of departure (Rio de Janeiro) to Lisbon.

My art, artists, interviews, and exhibitions:


Festival Latinoamericano de Arte y Cultura - UESB - Vit. Conquista:
http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.215391911824487.56002.100000610403066

http://www.uesb.br/ascom/ver_noticia_.asp?id=6843

Report UTV Pucallpa - Peru:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nuRSOmjIPgE
Previous Project - 25,000 km for South America:
http://aventuraearte.blogspot.com/

                                                                                           Joãozinho Trinta - Carnival artist.

                                                            Olivier Anquier - Chef and TV presenter.

                                                                   Marisa Orth - One of the best actresses of Brazil

                                                Seydou Koné - singer Alpha Blondy
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The following is a portion of the draft without any correction of the book I write. I tried to translate it into English. Reporting a little to my life in the arts and some transcripts from my travels.

 Bon voyage!   http://www.aventuraearte.blogspot.com/

  

“In the year 2000 from Porto Seguro for a trip of three months by the Chapada Diamantina, located in the center of the state of Bahia. It would be my first long trip where the art survived.

I once worked in making clothing adornments French soldiers, Germans and prostitutes of the sixteenth century, the show was called High Street Maria Ortiz. Handled a specific type of fabric dimensional paint that distorted gold and silver, so the decorandos period pieces. I noticed there with my ability that material impressing the artists who were involved with the project there, was very beautiful, I realized there that could do something super creative clothes. This work occurred in 1999 in the city of Vitoria in Espirito Santo, one year before the trip to Chapada Diamantina. Even if spending a year I never forgot those little tubes of paint and a year later finally buy some paint and $ 250 blouses women giving birth to this short trip to Chapada Diamantina.

He had never tested these materials but knew I could do something different that I could finance this adventure.

My family has a home in Santa Cruz Cabral in the state of Bahia, and at that time I spent a month in Trancoso where I met an instructor who saw the Chapada rapell my drawings and invited me to go on Sheets. His name is Joe Augusto. It was then, in Trancoso, in the tent on the beach, I had this idea because of this encontro.Eu was with a different gear that impressed everyone and a good contact receptive.

Do not think too much and about a week later caught a bus from Porto Seguro to Teixeira de Freitas, making another connection to Sheets.

There were about three months on the plateau where I was very well received by Ze Augusto in his native inn Plateau. In this period I practiced many sports and hiking trails in breathtaking, visited caves, canyons and countless waterfalls. On this trip occurred two events that inspire me to do something bolder future. One of these facts was that one day I went, Ze Augusto and his team to rappel a waterfall called Devil's Pool tiroleza to practice.

We stayed there a few hours having fun. Then disarm the ropes and went to lunch at the well and a simple stone that restaurant did not have electricity and water was served well in the cup of aluminum, all very simple until landing a elicoptero with six people aboard, including two children , a woman who was the mother of boys, a man who was the father and a German.

They sat beside us and ate with us that delicious barbecue corned beef baked in a wood and string bean salad. Agusto said Joe was one of the owners of the brewery Brahma beer. I noticed later that the essence of true wealth, a charter elicoptero and make a trip from one end to the other parents in a week, the most inhospitable places curtindos possible. I was there an example of successful people who really know how to use what you have.

At that time I had nothing and was having lunch with them.

I was there because of my courage to explore the love of nature and my work, and they probably were there for the same reason.

The second and most important event that occurred in sheets, was when I met two locals, mother and daughter. I do not remember the name of the mother, was a neurologist and her daughter who was studying fashion at the time. We know we took a ride on until the Capon Valley to visit the waterfall of smoke, a beautiful water drop d, measuring about 400 meters. It was a place that impressed me. The Vltava water due to winds forming various rainbow. Returning talked and enjoyed the ride the 70 km return the sheets.

Late at night I find myself again with them in front of a bandstand in the city. They impress me by saying that the ride came from Rio de Janeiro and alone. Anita's mother did exactly as told to hitch a ride:

She said: "Hello, my name is that this is my daughter Anita and we are hitchhiking to the Chapada Diamantina, you could give us a ride?" She said just that.

Those words were attached in my subconscious and would help me a lot in the future, but now one would dare to hitchhike.

Sheets resolved to find the Savior, taking a direct bus to the capital, was in town three days camping in a beautiful beach of the Flemish camping by the sea.

On the third day I met a couple of locals when asked for a ride to Victoria.

It was my first ride, but I consider it as not valid because DMAE was on the road (BR).

Returning this tour Bahia stay only two days in Victoria where he suddenly decided to meet in Rio de Janeiro, earned a reasonable money with my shirt and realized I could know all the parents as well, I'm giving up contracts for work, study or stability, I decided to take advantage this age to travel, feeding my spirit to new experiences so that one day I can stop and create a bond with a place and serve as a family.

I decided to learn all over the country traveling by bus and my first destination was the River

I arrived in Copacabana with a backpack, were 2 pm, needed to sell sweaters, I thought my bag to bury in the sand so I could sell blusas.Optei by first finding a place to stay.

I walked the streets of Copacabana looking for an inn or hotel, and this function got a tip from a camping club in Brazil on the beach in the hex recess. I arrived at the campsite as the night. I was one week into the river and decided to go to gold because of a craftsman who had met in Trancoso.

Well, I stayed two weeks in OP rio.Lembro me returning to the return of OP stopped in Petropolis to buy clothes in the river to sell. I arrived the night under a storm, walking in puddles with your feet soaked and cold, a horrible discomfort. At that moment I remembered the hiking boots of Anita, she worked in a shop adventure in Barra, and gave me the best dic''a to buy a special footwear. She wore the French brand Salomon, considered one of the best in the world and were made of Gore-Tex, a waterproof fabric.

Again I get to the beach in Copacabana, was the night and saw the Christ first, lit.

I'm on the river for nearly a year due to the small success of my sweaters on the beaches of Rio, and came to produce a fashion show in seven nightclub in the Barra da Tijuca, also worked as set designer for a play directed by the son of Nelson Rodrigues (Nelson) , an important figure in the history of the country. In addition to selling clothes to a costume designer Projac, where some of my blouses seen on TV.

I have sold all over Brazil about 10,000 women's blouses, and the loop models, race and baby look.Gostaria love to have contact with these people when I bought thousands of sweaters, cartoons, and dozens of panels that produce up to end of the great adventure that was to happen in 2007.

At the second time in Rio I was received and staying with two friends promoters of adventure in my life. Anita and her mother paid for me a week, my first contact with them. Had kept the phone and contact them.

Another incentive I had a girlfriend of the state in 1995, 15 anos.Ela I was on vacation in Bahia and I was impressed by it so far come alone. It made me start thinking about traveling and admired her for that.

Another incentive was great experience as a child he traveled with my family for visiting. My grandfather had a sawmill at a place called Thailand?? 2 km from Bethlehem We Vitoria x times the route aboard a Bethlehem chervette. It was small, should have 90 to 10 years, and have beautiful pictures of events stored in memory as a sloth crossing the road, when my father took her and crossed the pavement to die so she would not run over the faithful as macaws your biological clock through the sky in droves every day, carrying his rifle hunters and their prey on the roadside the streams of clear water, the stories and legends told by settlers of the region that told stories of SACI, and boitatá curupira, besides the stinky manufactures of flour in one of the sawmills, the huge roar of monkeys in the jungle and a sad event.

I saw the place taking home a couple with a asCalpão knew, and I do not remember a time when the cubs were still condemned to death in my hand, I ran with it in my hand hoping to save him, took him to a wood stove for aquecelo but to no avail, and cried a lot for people to simply destroy the life of that family of birds in a few minutes.

This journey through the Amazon region marked my childhood and would later influence in my art.

Sai River a year later with a girlfriend who had met in Ipanema, was tired of the routine of a town and took her to see the Chapada Diamantina where we live 3 months. From there we went to the Paraiba and Rio Grande do Norte, traveled for a few months and returned to Bahia in which we spent a year together. Then we live in victory for about a year we were together until my daughter was born.

During this period I traveled with a friend to Rodon, and again had contact with the Amazon, always stepping in to my art. One evening I visited the gallery of an artist named Cacoal Geva, we have a soiree, a woman who had made belly dance as a theater of shadows, and many paintings on the wall, and I admired the perfection in which the indigenous reproduced Geva large panels. He admired the paintings without knowing that this one visit to the studio would change my path in art.

Returning to win one month I'm testing my new art, paint eight huge screens and seeing where the money going to the northeast, because she was pregnant at the time of the electra. his mother who lived in the city of fires in the PB. This time I was three months living in the hostel in Maracaípe moonbeam, a beautiful sandy beach is 1 km p chickens and was in Pipa when he learned of the birth of Electra.

The other day I went to Campina Grande, in the maternity ward to see my daughter, had a big party in front of the hospital, looked like a carnival out of season.

Electra visited the hospital and she aconpanhei until his mother's house in the city burning. Returning to the beach kite, was another two weeks. There were eight months in the northeast selling tables for the entire planet in the huge flow of international tourism Pipa.

With the birth of my daughter decided to put a dream that had for some time that was to work with art in Europe or EUA.nde

The kite was when my mother spoke of a house in which I would divide the rent in Geneva in Switzerland with a Swiss, and had bought my ticket when I retire at the counter of the airport of Porto varig safe and was to stay with a Eunapolis aunt in Bahia until boarding at the airport in Ps, which would scale sp, Madrid and Geneva. Equipment that does not turn prcisar

Kite was in the year 2004, and had to get to Porto Seguro and had little money, had rented a beautiful house on the main street of the kite and there was everything I had, had 2 tb screens unfinished resident gave a beginning to me get rid of equipment that does not need to turn tb and my surfboard for a neighbor and some clothes.

He was ready to travel to Port St. but only this time as Anita to ride the edge of the BR making the first trip to ride real, extremely.

Get out of the kite with aa Goianinha direction and there was only a little over 10 dollars, would perform.

The 8:42 am on February 9, 2007 I am awakened by the phone, according to a shock still very sleepy and lazy.

The day before had arranged to go to the beach with a friend in Costa Beach near the lighthouse of Santa Luzia located at the beginning of the edge of Old Town, it was on the phone waiting for me at the beach. I got off the 9th floor wearing a shirt, trousers and slippers, still half asleep. I was walking, was only a block from us.

Stepping on the sand watched her lying, come out slowly and nods her hand.

We sat there talking about the beginning of the adventure that day forward they begin to realize this bold journey. Take this opportunity to observe, admire that its ships and beach stones, saying good-bye to the beautiful landscape that certainly for a few months, would not enjoy.

I was two months working on this project, researching all day and night, transportation, costs, distances, climate, population, etc..

He tried to write the project and asked for support to some companies that seem to close the doors to collaborate. Got some cool equipment and camping with friends small business owners and much of the sports equipment was paid for IE (international-bloodless) a company known for cultural exchange.

That morning after two months of exhaustive work can finally forget all the boring part and focus on the trip as a fact that would start that night.

I said goodbye to the Dayane after two hours of sun and sand, was a special morning because he, literally, agreed on the beach.

Returning home and ate lunch time I'm testing my camera as a child who had just won this one. It was a sony cyber shot DSC-W50 semi-professional 6.0 MP, enough to record the entire journey getting good images.

He also admired my warm clothes, fishing equipment, sleeping bags and backpacks.

Inside the apartment a gloomy silence merged with the magnitude of this great adventure that began tonight.

In the afternoon I went to buy medicines City of Victoria and my passage to the Rio de Janeiro with Dr. Marcia, a great friend who supported me throughout the pre-production. The night I am invited by her to eat a rib in a great restaurant in Praia da Costa and then go directly to the road where they embarked for Rio de Janeiro 22:15.

We talked a rib tasting in the breath, as a backpack in the car.

We left the restaurant and seek victory in his home, also took his girlfriend Flavia and a friend who helped a little in design, Alessandra.

On the road we were talking in the boarding platform, until you reach two great friends who helped greatly in design, and Julian Douglas.

Douglas asks me if I was nervous to start this great journey, when I started to answer and responds by Julian interrupted me saying: "He's already used to it ..."

It really was very quiet that night, although there is a concern as the major factors itinerary of travel to little financial condition and that until then my Spanish was terrible.

After that traditional atmosphere of farewell hugs showered photos and boarded the bus finally giving birth to this great adventure.

I left admiring the beautiful landscape of the city of Vitoria the night crossing the 2nd bridge, watching their lights and beautiful bridge Florentino Keen, also known to "5 points", thinking all the time in the long run I'll have the next 6 months, this anxiety is not I did sleep well during the journey and arrive in Rio and tired. Landing in the wonderful city the next day at 6:30 am on Feb. 10.

The bus station Novo Rio caught a city bus directly to Barra da Tijuca where I spend one more night.

I stayed at the home of one of the owners of IE where equipment gain some more important as a boot waterproof Salomon brand one of the best in the world for this kind of adventure, known for their extreme strength and comfort, also earned coats and goggles for low temperatures completing my backpack with the latest equipment he needed.

I had lunch with Patrick and his girlfriend Cecilia, we talked a little and a few laughs with her maid believer fun. Cecilia spoke of his experience in his beautiful backpacker tour of New Zealand, telling those amazing landscape of snowy mountains, forests and sea present a single scenario. The afternoon dip in the pool to the scorching sun in Rio, I took a lot of those hours stewardship and leisure, for he knew that was a long way to go in such a little comfort.

At night I talk to Victor over the web, I organize my backpack definitely removing unnecessary material compressing everything inside, go to sleep at 3:00 in the morning watching movies.

The 8:36 am on Feb. 11 left his home, Patrick walked me to the gate and takes 100 real pocket, delivery wishing me good luck. Victor's mother had given me 50 dollars at night I embarked for Rio and Dr. Marcia 60 more besides financing real drawing material.

All I had was 210 reais, a sketch pad to make the trip over cartoons and a lot of courage, intended with this "infrastructure" travel nearly 25,000 km and 3000 km sailing the Amazon River.

It seemed impossible to hitchhike up to the Chuy, Uruguay and cross all throughout Argentina via Route 3 and 40, know almost all of Chile and Peru finally navigating the great river from Iquitos to Bethlehem

It began Sunday morning that this daring journey under a hot sun.

Patrick out of the house and caught the bus to the bus station Novo Rio, where I buy a map of Brazil to locate me along the way until the last city in southern Brazil, on the border with Uruguay, the Chui, the first goal of trip.

The road is full, extremely busy, typical of a sunny Sunday summer vacation in Rio.

Buy a ticket to Barra Mansa, a town on US-116 to 132 kilometers from Rio de Janeiro where he intended to take my first ride.

I leave the road at 9:40 am in beautiful Rio de Janeiro bus climbed the mountain enjoying your beautiful landscape composed of mountains covered by Atlantic Forest preserved in that region, I enjoyed this very passage so short and fast.

Arriving in the city of Barra Mansa catch a city bus up to a known gas station on BR-116 Tour Formidisel called, I get off the floor and put on the track doing my first contact with the "BR" was only going forward with the road, and ride lot.

I position myself on that hot sun on the other side of the station where there was only one road and trees, were already 11:52, the asphalt seemed to catch fire, my Salomon was boiling outside, and my foot burning inside, typical of this climate Brazilian summer, the haze of heat accompanying the horizontal line of the road, the first time using the sunscreen that was on the list of emergency supplies in my backpack.

The road was little traffic of trucks, truck drivers generally prefer not to travel on Sunday. I go there and some trailers.

During two hours on the sun and fried anything ride, first ride of anxiety and great anticipation of the first trailer park in that shoulder makes me excited and restless, the heat goes along with anxiety getting tired and causing hunger, had bars in my backpack and oat cereal I bought at a supermarket in Barra da Tijuca, took some minutes and then the big surprise, a large truck on the side road about 20 meters from where I was for sure my first ride toward the southern end of 116

Bar Mansa-RJ/Brasil/BR-116, Km-163/Domingo February 11, 2007/13: 29 h

He crawled to his truck, with the accelerated pace I approach, I open the door beginning the ritual of boarding the backpacks, he would repeat the exercise several times throughout the trip.

I stand talking to the driver my name and my destiny, he says he travels to Lorena-SP. Finally I come in and shut the door, watch the trail behind the huge windshield and I am thrilled to see that asphalt down there with all the big 116 in front of me right now beginning the long journey to ride the Latin American continent towards the southern end meridonal.

The name of the truck was excited Rodrigo, lived in São Paulo and was going to Lorraine. We talked a lot during the Tragetees, he talked a lot and it was black, did not know Ushuaia, felei which was the last city on the continent and was at about 6000 kilometers from where we were, he was impressed with the distance, I decided not to say aa true distance that would go throughout the journey that would give an average of 20,000 km of asphalt traveling only a ride, I think he would not believe this story.

We have come up a few hundred kilometers near the city of Lorraine, go down again at a gas station in a good truck traffic, thanks for the lift truck leaving the door open for a photo shoot where Rodrigo, closing the door giving the last goodbye, truck pulled away slowly, when I was about 100 meters, I still looking to see that the truck had left the hood of my waterproof machine into the truck beside the chair between the floor and the door at the moment I took the photo. I tried to wave away the more he was unfortunately lost my CASE, at that very moment I promise myself to pay more attention and I'm amazed a few minutes lamenting the loss.

I'm hitchhiking again for 25 minutes and no one who took me down to 116, see inside the post, a few meters from where I was on the roadside, a fueling truck, walked toward the driver who was next to the fuel pump, I asked You could give him a ride, and he said yes.

It was Laudimir Antonio dos Santos, a truck driver who had an accent Curitiba very strong, pulling strongly "r" and laugh at me because I had no accent. It was a pleasant trip, he also talked a lot and sometimes stop to mate, he did not knew where Ushuaia.

Soon we passed Aparecida, photographed from the window in the church that the pope would visit in his brief trip to Brazil. Sunset and we have crossed St. Paul, I photographed the stage of the Portuguese Football Club and some stretches of the river Tietê.

That evening we stopped at a great self-service truck called Tour Grall, since the state of Curitiba, was 19:42 when we arrived, we ate a delicious and chuleta known, well commented by truckers, until there was beauty salon where I take to cut the hair.

We started walking away ten miles to another parador in BR-116, where we would sleep tonight. Laudimir park the truck, come down and wish him good night. Armo my network along with a tire repair shop under one roof eternit.

There was this very place and kill mosquitoes, I quit to stay there because of the noise of insects, disarm the network going into the restaurant offering rented rooms. Approaching the entrance'm settled and invited to drink wine drunk by an Argentine woman who was next to his daughter of 5 or 6 years and her husband, was a little frightened by this scene, I went silent and quiet restaurant at the edge road, I was very tired and sleepy.

Business quarter with a young girl by a $ 10 to spend the night, had a double bed and fan, was 20 reais, in fact, seemed to me that the girl was with my face and I did for 10 dollars, said it was to not talk to the owner, I was silent, of course.

I take a shower in a bathroom with no light, finished in the bath enter the room and once again I can not sleep properly due to anxiety, had already agreed to swap the truck the next morning morning with a friend Laudimir, who coincidentally was named Laudemir .

I fell asleep waking up at 03:00 to 05:00, leaves the room directly to the truck, Laudimir was already awake. With the sky still dark and traveled five more miles to the house where the woman Laudimir estacionanmos the side and got to drink mate.

We were there doing sessions and talking chimarao enough, there was another man besides the wife and three children Laudimir the room making a mess on the bed.

That morning I attended the traditional mate in the southern region of Brazil. We left and boarded in a few minutes we were enjoying the sunrise on the highway.

Already on board truck Laudemir down BR-116 toward Chicago where the beltway would be my next stop. Short rather that the dawn to 10:00 Laudemir license to ask to sleep on the mattress behind the seats of the cabin, as in not sleeping well since the beginning of the trip to Victoria.

I was sleeping and 13:20 am agreed with a talk, a miner was directing Laudemir struggling hard to enter the ring road of Curitiba.

He took off in addition to guiding me a ride with them, took me up Joenville already in the state of Santa Catarina in the afternoon of Monday the 12th February 2007.

I'm on the roadside in front of a Makro supermarket where I go for a few minutes to buy a new case for my camera.

Return to the shoulder without the case, did not sell there.

I'm on the road another 40 minutes until another truck pull, Rio was a lot of fun in New Delhi called Edson David talked a lot during the trip, he complained to his wife on weekends he worked it was washed down with red barbecue WISQUES bull and his friends also said that he did not like to travel with him and every time she asked how many kilometers remained for the destination.

Edson David was so much fun, I said that very journey led me straight to the city of Osorio in Rio Grande do Sul

Osorio-RS/Brasil/segunda-feira February 12, 2007/21: 10 am

The post where I left off was quite busy, many trucks and cars.

I say goodbye to Edson with a coffee in a cafe and full post, had two tour buses and many conventional cars returning from a beach.

I was very tired and need much luck if you wanted to come today to the house of Fatima, a great friend of our family who lived in Canoas.

I go to the petrol station asking for a ride to some people who were supplying for this function against a Uruguayan Hippie named Gerard who had just returned after a long journey of four months in South America visiting several countries, he also said it would be easier to get a ride in Uruguay than in Argentina.

As we talked I observed a man on board a white pick-up Dakota, asked for a ride up the Canoes which was 118 km away. He said yes ... Canoes made me!

Paulo Cruz, a businessman quiet little conversation leads me to the door of the house of Fatima, even let him use the phone to talk to her about which direction to take.

I went and thanked the ride too, Fatima was already waiting for us at the gate. I took a picture with Paul when they removed the body of the bag, facing the house where would one comfortable night.

I say farewell to Paul and I enter the house, talk a little with Fatima, a woman who did not see the .15 more years, was very young when she still lived in Victoria.

Soon after I take a shower then get my bag and sleep at night more comfortable up here.

Canoas-RS/Brasil/terça-feira February 13, 2007/09: 16h

Waking up I took a breakfast with Fatima and 10:00 hours until we some malls and stores to buy my case, we had met and finished the ride in the city of Canoas city newspaper to publish my project, I leave a cd in writing, but until now did not know if something published.

We returned home and had lunch, the second of the afternoon it makes me drive a metro station near his home to go to Porto Alegre. Porto Alegre Canoas by metro are just a few minutes, about 10 to 15.

Walk a bit through the center, after much searching I find a case, it was not like mine but decided that I missed.

I return to Canoe at dusk, and the 19:32 return to Porto Alegre to photograph its museums, monuments, theaters and art galleries that are located close to each outros.Novamente use the metro and photographer Mario Quitanda Cultural Center, Museum of Art, Centro Cultural Banco Standarte Public Market and getting beautiful pictures.

22:00 Return to the Canoe, I come home wondering what will be the first ride tomorrow.

Canoas-RS/Brasil/segunda-feira February 12, 2007/08: 30pm

Fatima says a friend who owns a transportation company, asking if she would call today a truck down to the cop, but could not know and was turning the afternoon.

We went straight to the Canoe People's Daily newspaper over where I left a cd in the newsroom.

Novamnete leave and go back to BR-116, Fatima me in front of a gas station in the BR under a strong sun, I am very grateful to her for help. She speaks to watch the ride still get home to confirm.

I'm there trying to ride, many trucks pass and nothing, while I'm enjoying that bright sun, after 45 minutes without a ride decided to sit under a tree to relieve the sun, a few minutes sitting there in that comfortable shade notice that a truck stopped I on the side without hitch.

I put the backpacks on the back and I approached the vehicle. Celestine I enter the cabin and tells me that almost did not see me because I was sitting and I was lucky to have stopped him.

Celestino was about 70 years, was an employee of the company of the friend of Fatima, she probably called him and he guided Celestine, talking in that location would be waiting. How lucky ....

We travel directly to Pelotas, stopping once for lunch. Arriving in Pelotas crosses a beautiful bridge where it is observed a beautiful landscape, overlooking a railway line in endless plains.

I'm at a crossroads at the entrance of the city, go to a small road where I tell what road I follow to go to the Cop and how much it cost to go by bus.

Bus 24 was real, I decided to try a ride if I stayed there a long time was the same bus.

But luck was on my side, the first truck that passes and leads me up the cop, had been waiting even a minute ride.

We crossed that road admiring the Ecological Reserve located in Dothan BR 471, this road was opened in the year 1946 to 1951 by Dutra, only paved in 1970.

The reserve is inhabited by numerous species of fish and wildlife such as alligators, otters, capybaras, the rat-plated, and sea lions. Waterfowl of many species live in the Taim Wetland and others across America, make it a landing on their migratory routes. The best known among those who inhabit the reserve is the loon.

There are 16 km of pure beauty, where the maximum speed of 60 km / h must be obeyed, in the face of the charm of the place, the possile animals trample and be fined for an electronic radar.

We saw some dead capybara and many of them live in flocks, alligators on the banks of the flooded and many birds were part of that scenario where I took many photos.

Reserva do Taim is the most important of Rio Grande do Sul and is 200 km south of Chui and before Pelotas (southern border with Brazil and Uruguay). It has about 33,000 acres, predominantly in a marshy ecosystem, with typical vegetation and fauna.

I am right now in the isthmus of the peninsula Saddle, isolated on one side, the hose and Mirim lagoons and on the other, at Taim Wetland, and the Atlantic Ocean to the east.

Luciano enters into a factory the roadside to unload its cargo to two kilometers of Chui, he pulled into the yard where I got off the truck.

I walked up to the shoulder of 471, bordering the beautiful plains of Taim, with its asphalt almost deserted. Not many cars going that route and decided to walk two miles to the last city in southern Brazil, Chui. I walked up to only 500 meters over a conventional car where I asked the old ride, the car taking me to Chui.

A man of 61 years with his mate, was Ronaldo, a Brazilian who spoke portunhol that region. He asked to serve mate while driving, it was 20:46 pm and still light because of geographic location, seemed to 6:00 pm the afternoon of the Southeast. Finally I arrive at the first point of the trip, finding myself on the border with Uruguay.

Before visiting the center went up a sign indicating the border and took many photos.

Chuí-RS/Brasil/segunda-feira February 12, 2007/21: 30pm

Chui is a municipality in the Brazilian state of Rio Grande do Sul

It is located at latitude 33 ° 41'28 "south, is now the most southern of Brazil, in 1997 liberated the city of Santa Vitória do Palmar, situated on the border with Uruguay and longitude 53 ° 27'24" West, with an altitude 22 meters. Its population in 2004 was 6,165 inhabitants.

With my two bags arrived last city in Brazil and I take for a spin in the center. A broad avenue with many trucks parked, various department stores among others, I stopped at a cyber cafe where i checked my email and downloaded some pictures, everywhere was heard very Spanish.

Ending the fast ride I go to a restaurant where delicious as a rib roast, the waiter spoke portunhol, this magnificent feast spent almost all my money, I had left some moeads still missing on average 20,000 miles and six months to the end of the trip.

It was late and was tired, needed a quiet place to pitch my network.

Beside the sign indicating the border there were some trees and a lawn away from lights, arm the perfect place to network and sleep.

It was not so simple, there were many mosquitoes, did not get to sleep and quit at 4:00 in the morning to go to sleep walking to the border police as immigration within Uruguay, the sky was very starry constellation above the scorpion my head and cruise south on top of the sky, sending me a feeling of being in another country.

Arriving at the border present my passport that morning of February 13, 2007.

Inside there were many immigration adhesives travelers from all over the world, they go and leave their mark there seems to be a tradition at the borders of Uruguay.

I still dark walking to leave the boundary at the side of the border running in 5 minutes is a big truck next to me and opening the door, he pays off in Spanish, "buenos dias", after signaling the finger at him hitchhiking.

Chui / Brazil-Uruguay border / Tuesday February 13, 2007/04: 50h

"Buenos Dias," said the Uruguayan trucker named Frederick that night is dark and quiet.

At that time I started to go Uruguayan soil, the light of day shone on the horizon, slowly revealing the sun was coming up the first Urugauia landscapes of plains, that stretch, we pass in front of the famous Fortress of Santa Tereza, considered the most expressive of the country , entered in the Santa Teresa National Park (created to protect it), the gorge furnishes the strength of Angostura, next to the lot of Castillos Grande, about twenty miles south of the Mirim Lagoon.

The fortress is classified as a historic monument in Uruguay. Currently well preserved by the government, its facilities are open to the public and can be considered a collection of armory and models of historic forts of Uruguay.

Frederick and I crossed the beautiful landscape, the window of the truck could see the silhouette of the fortress to the east, surrounded by fog and the sun rising on the horizon, factors that have left the passage even more spectacular.

Punta Del Diablo-Uruguail/terça-feira13 February 2007/07: 32h

This truck makes me excited to Chui, until crossing the entrance to the city of Punta del Diablo.

I'm there beside the road admiring the little car traffic leaving the city. I notice many cars and well kept, bikers riding without a helmet without a problem are usually seen in this stretch of road.

I'm there 10 minutes, is a very old red van with men in the truck, one of them yells my name out loud, think to myself, then who?! Frederick was again he went towards Montevidel / Chui waving and shouting, this scene was funny.

It takes another 42 minutes until I stopped a man over a good stretch in Uruguayan soil, in the familiar "Route 9".

His name was Mario, was aboard a very old car and saved. I was serving your mate along the way until Castilhos, located at KM 263 of the "ruta 9," stand there on the roadside, opposite junction of Water Dulces.

He knew all the places you would during my trip and asked me a question I heard a lot in the month of February: "Why not pass the carnival in Brazil?".

Always answered that this year a carnival would calmer by Argentina and Chilean Patagonia.

I say farewell to Mario positioning myself for the next ride.

There were way ahead of where I was, a tourist information office where a gain would work a pamphlet working there, she also praises saying that my name was called the prince.

I'm almost two hours without a ride, I remembered the hippie I met in Uruguay Osorio in Rio Grande do Sul, he said he would be very easy ride by Uruguay, did not have this facility, they all deny many cars and ride.

I give up stand there and give a start to walk two kilometers up the road bordering a neighborhood of Castilhos roadside. Arriving ask a glass of water to a resident, returning again to the shoulder.

I'm more exhaustive two hours under that hot sun, eager and hungry to stop Joel beside his wife.

Joel was a Uruguayan fat and playful, to get in the car told him that knew me from a porn movie, answered denying that, but he said not to be ashamed, because his wife, who was at her side was a porn star. Amid many bricadeiras Joel makes me the roadside in front of a farm he had entered.

He said he was returning in an hour if I would still be there. Enjoy taking beautiful pictures of that beautiful plains composed of grasses, trees, clouds and much cattle sensational.

I'm on that stretch of road that was a line without end, passing some cars, but no one was available to give ride. Right in front of me I see the car returning from the farm of Joel approaching the gate an hour and a half later.

Across the asphalt helping to open the gate, boarding the car again.

Joel returned with two boys working on the farm, we stopped km after another farm. I found out that Joel and his staff worked with lubrication of machinery, so the large number of scales, the bodywork of his car was very dirty oil which had a very careful not to soil the backpacks.

We started walking a few kilometers to the town of Rock, was traveling to a lot of talk and laughter, I realized that Urugauios really like Brazilians and Brazil, I left them with a photo in which everyone photographed.

Retreat of my backpacks honeydew body oil by placing them in the back. It seemed a ritual combat, put our backpacks and set the boots for a walk, everything should be engaged, well-adjusted and compressed, like a soldier on a mission, or a polar explorer, carrying all that equipment from the cold.

Down the side gave the last farewell to the friends who brought me up there, I looked at the asphalt reflecting on the great journey that still lay ahead, I'm there watching the horizon straight cut in the endless route, an extreme physical and mental blow me it because the last sleepless night or take a ride to get at least on this road it seemed they were not willing to give a caroninha.

At that point I was, right in front of the crossing into the city, a boulevard road strayed from the right towards the town of Rock, one could observe the city in the background.

Southbound I see a gas station, I decided to walk it up to this time have a little more luck. Calculating one kilometer walk, which, during that trip, I asked God not to cost me many hours waiting for the next transport.

Rocha-Uruguail/terça-feira13 February 2007/14: 00

I sit next to the convenience store the AutoPoster to rest at that moment I was tired, very tired because of last night's sleep and the lengthy periods waiting for a ride, I was really exhausted.

I observe the work of the attendants, anchored on the sidewalk with the backpack next to at that time had no power to hitchhike, and lay across the street at the bus stop was empty, I dozed off just 30 minutes up worried about the time it has was four o'clock in the afternoon, would love to get Montevidel in the evening, but for this to happen, a lot depended on luck.

I stood there, as the cars passed and nothing all day ride, only after exhausting two-hour wait, the luck came to me with something more. Urugauios two young, so-so and they said that going estavm Montevidel, but would pass before all the edge of Punta del Este, asked me if I cared to give it back, said he did not mind, and clear.

They were aboard a pegeot sports were very talkative and loved to Brazil as it met all Uruguayans dia.Enfim follow this path, via Punta del Este Montevidel listening bossa nova and practicing my Spanish course to leave, I realized that we can understand very well to them, they do not understand us.

Between Covers and took another road and a very fast come to the country's most famous resort and one of the most charming of Latin America, offering both ocean beaches of the Atlantic Ocean, the river, only the Rio de la Plata.

The city was founded in 1829 by Don Francisco Aguilar, and his first name was "Villa Ituzaingó." In 1907, became known as Punta del Este.

It is distant about two hundred miles from the border with Brazil and is 130 km from the Uruguayan capital, Montevideo.

The resort is known to be frequented by artists and millionaires from around the world, attracting over 300 000 tourists in verão.Uma sculpture in which a giant hand appears out of the sand, where I photographed the window of the automobile, also passed a bridge that your architectural design look like waves, this bridge fun and a postcard of ciadade.

Besides the beaches, the highlights of Punta del Este is the cuisine, with great quantity and variety of restaurants, where "parrillada" (grilled meat and animal entrails in a typical manner), can be savored, not had the opportunity to exprementar this dish , was eating a banana this trip and almost penniless.

We went through casinos and boutiques famosas.Estacionanmos a shop guy for a few minutes it stopped to buy candles in an elegant shop. But the front after having crossed many beaches that we stopped on the edge, facing Comrrad large casino, one of the largest in the world.

A large gaps Baihe with its anchor, along with the boardwalk and form a charming landscape beautiful scenery sunset of that long and tiring day. I took beautiful pictures that look, we stayed there 30 minutes and left.

In many passages that Tragetees, dozed off numerous times, almost falling asleep, waking up with a start, not wanting to sleep, he looked every inch the visual in which the crossing.

Even more Montevidel Seram 130 km of much conversation. They were fanatics in Uruguay, to talk to them realize that there is a war between Argetina and Uruguay, Punta del Este went from big cars with plate Argetina had the left side of the hill with a very large flag of Uruguay, I jokingly with They pointed to the flag and say that it was the Argentine flag, they were crazy.

Mission completed, all crossed Uruguay, the Montevidel Chui, also known Punta del Este.

Chui Sai of the 04:50 am and at 7:30 I get the Montevidel.

Montevidel-Uruguail/terça-feira13 February 2007 / 19: 50:00 pm

Dead tired and very sleepy finally get to Montevideo, the departure was Rbla.Armenia Avenue, located on the edge, I talked to guy on a future exhibition of paintings in Montevideo, since his brother was a diplomat, found a guy good idea to show viuajem this in an art gallery Uruguay, trade contacts, to maybe actually organize an exhibition.

So I stepped in Montevideo, was later a cold wind, was very tired, needed to rest immediately.

I leave the edge penetrating the huge buildings, backing away a few meters from the boardwalk, to go to the bathroom and use a computer.

I entered a restaurant in a beautiful facade, one of the waiters asking where the bathroom was, he pointed to a ladder. Go up and enter the bathroom, a strange scene, there was an old bearded man sitting on the toilet with the door open and lights off, too much that bathroom stank.

He tried to turn the light on and could not, he spoke with a dark voice that the lamp was burning.

Get out there with a little afraid of that ghastly figure, without using the bathroom, I go to another side street, where another fine restaurant was finally able to use the bathroom without problems or panic.

I was also a cyber cafe where I spent all my money on the internet 30 minutes, I sent photos to Vitor and talked with some friends, went out again walked up to the shoreline where a yoke, and lay stretched on the packs, resting on that beautiful beach, without some money in your pocket.

I was on the boardwalk, a beautiful lawn, sitting on my yoke, using it first. In front, a beautiful marina with yachts and boats moored beside me was a group of women warming up for a lesson in football.

I was there about an hour, just resting and writing a diary, noting that intense traffic of people in the Uruguayan coast, was very much like Copacabana and Ipanema, runners, cyclists, pedestrians, most of them with a thermos and a cup in hand, people of all ages taking "mate", a very strong tradition that everyone is Uruguayan fans.

It was 20:58, the brightness of the sun still cut the sky due to the geographical position of the capital, a cold wind blowing dark, eating and needed a place to sleep, I was very hungry and extremely tired, I decided to walk to the center that were approximately 4 kilometers to photograph the coast and its monuments.

Montevideo and Montevideo (in Spanish: Montevideo) is the capital and largest city of Uruguay. It is also the administrative headquarters of Mercosur, ALADI and departmental capital of Montevideo, the lower extent of 19 in the country.

It is the southernmost capital in the Americas, located at coordinates 34 ° 53 'S 56 ° 10' W. It is located in the south of the country, on the banks of the River Plate.

Its population is 1,325,968 inhabitants. (2004), but considering its metropolitan area, Montevideo reaches 1,668,335 inhabitants, about half the country's total population.

The city is in a geographical area which is characterized as the main route of cargo Mercosur. For its part, has a bay that forms a perfect natural harbor, and even the country's most important, why go and get the goods that are exported and imported.

Montevideo is the Latin American city with the highest quality of life and is among the 30 safest cities in the world. Its name comes from Mount VI O (on old maps), ie, the sixth lot on the west.

Montevidel-Uruguail/terça-feira13 February 2007 / 21: 15:00

Walking along the beautiful shore went my way, admiring their lights and avenues, many monuments on the sidewalk photographer, was a Uruguayan carnival party, with a little band playing lively music, a carnival quite different from the Brazilian carnival.

Photographer of the old building facing the shore Mercosur, following the path toward the center, he needed to eat and sleep, and all the money that I had were my pad of paper and a marker to black ink drawing.

I'm going away from shore after three km walk with the full weight of my backpack into the city get a little scared, it was already late and it was very deserted.

I saw a small pizzeria opened, one kilometer from the shore it was, I went and got my official pizza in exchange for a caricature, he very quickly recognized my accent and asked to sit down.

The nice waiter, who actually was the son of the owner of the pizzeria, I served a delicious pies and a pizza and I did not caricature.

On the table beside me were two elderly celebrating 50 years of marriage, talked a lot with them, were happy and sang a lot, even sang "The Girl from Ipanema", asked me to do a caricature of them, opening my first caricature of the trip, where won 100 Uruguayan pesos, about $ 5.

Get out there had enough food and money, I noticed the great love that had the Uruguayans in Brazil, made a lot of joy, sang and gave me special attention just for being Brazilian, then leaves with the energy charged because of the food and the feast of the Uruguayans. I followed up two more blocks until a beautiful square that had a college with a large sculpture of "David" to sleep tonight Michaelangelo.Gostaria near the port the next day to check the fare by boat to Buenos Aires.

I was facing the square to catch the bus to the port while waiting, a young Uruguayan seem to notice my backpack and asked if I needed a hotel, you would like to say a room that costs 100 pesos to the nice young man tells me, a few meters away, there was a hotel where he worked, and asked me to follow.

I follow him a little suspicious of the young by the willingness to help me, walk a few meters up to the Independence Square, the famous street crossing on July 18.

Thanks to this guy I rent a room at Bartolomé Mitre Street for only 100 pesos, was located on a busy narrow street with many bars, next to the Theatre Soller, one of the main Montevidel. Finally I take a shower and lie down in that comfy bed, after that it seemed to have no end, and more tiring this far.

There was no luxury in the bedroom, a very old fan by the bed with a view to the street full of people tonight, was on the third floor for an hour and watched the street with all drinking and partying, and very tired of admiring the party Uruguayan imagined the great journey that would have up to Ushuaia, and the surprises of the day after another.

Lying in bed that I feel comfortable, after all these days and hardly slept a lot of exercise, was sleeping with much comfort and seamless that I bade farewell to another day.

Montevidel-Uruguail / Tuesday February 15, 2007/10: 00:00

Agreement 10 in the morning well rested, I organize my backpack on the bed beside them and go down three floors to the front desk handing over the key.

Way back photographing the Theatre Soller, crossing the square of independence now in the light of day approaching the Avenue July 18.

Salvo Palace and the square did not escape my lenses, leaving, walked to a newspaper known Uruguayan capital leaving material for disclosure, then travel aboard a city bus to the bus on a very calm and unhurried.

Arriving at the bus information to ask people to show me a bus headed out of the city by the route 1 (Brigadre Gral.Manuel Oribe), so you can catch a ride to the city of Colonia del Puerto, it is much cheaper to get the Buquebus of it, than Montevidel, had to do some cartoons to pay for the crossing.

After some information picked up another city bus, jumping on a bridge one kilometer off the capital, there were some successful anglers fish with large, had in my backpack all fishing equipment, from lines, azoles, and artificial lures, I felt very feel like fishing too, but the only thing that I thought at that moment was to arrive as quickly as possible in Ushuaia, still talked a little with the fishermen wishing good luck, according to my destination, crossing that beautiful bridge, finally arriving at the beginning of the route 1.

A beautiful four-lane boulevard extending up to a toll.

Walking about one kilometer stop at a bar that bordered the road to ask for some water at the entrance of the bar owner asked if he was selling something he said no, he just wanted some water.

He invites me to come and speak what I do cartoons, there were some men in the bar in which I photographed, Carlo, Cholo, Juan Martin that the old man had to convince him to come out foto.Carlo who owned this bar called El Pichonero ask me to draw Cholo who played guitar in the bar on weekends.

I drew and everyone really liked the design, and Carlo, in turn, prepared me two sandwiches, ate one right there and took me in another bag with a 600ml Coca-Cola, besides filling my water bottle.

Again I noticed how much they like Brazil, get out there very happy because we gave the laughter at the bar.

Again I am on the roadside, placing me right after the toll where trucks pass at low speeds are about six o'clock in the afternoon and a rain drop too low and pleasant to me under a bus stop and from there to ask the very beginning ride. Spend a few trucks and cars, I see two Uruguayans who were just down the road hitching a ride with a truck, and an hour later my turn comes.

Caught me a ride ahead of the front 70 km up in another toll, the name of that truck was Horacio, very friendly and chatty. I arrive at this toll at seven o'clock in the afternoon and try to ride the 11 at night without some arm sucesso.Resolvo my sleeping bag for the next day to continue the adventure, was approximately 100 meters ahead of the toll towards Colonia del Puerto.

I set up camp below the large eucalyptus trees on a beautiful lawn beside the road, the temperature was pleasant, not cold or heat, a very gentle breeze provide me with a great night's sleep.

Like the other sandwich that I had won and finally fall asleep, not realizing the big surprise would happen to me tonight.

The one in the morning I am woken by two young Uruguayans walkers, and Gary Martin. They got drunk and making noise with a half bottle of wine, were carrying crafts made from palm leaves and were super fun and very funny.

We talked and drank wine for an hour, I took some pictures of us and then immediately left on that dark road disappearing finally asleep.

Montevidel-Uruguail / Friday, February 16 for 2007/05: 30 pm

The 5:30 am, still lying in that lawn, I am presented with a beautiful dawn of a red sky, admiring the landscape shooting woke up the toll with its lights merged with that beautiful morning.

No hurry organize my backpack compressing it for another day towards the southernmost continent.

8:00 am I get my first ride with a young Uruguayan Martin called, I went forward another 17 kilometers.

I got off the car standing on the roadside, I hope a ride for two hours and nothing, I decided to walk 2 km to a colony where there were small Swiss cheese and sweet, there were many shops these products.

I stop in front of a cheese factory to hitchhike, it was a pretty big part of the road with trees on both sides of the shoulder, asked for something to eat to an employee of the factory, and an hour later, he returns carrying a 1 kg delicious cheese.

It was at this point without the one hour ride, I decided to walk another mile to the center where one hour later for a whole car color, car looked like a hippie, on board, a couple named Ernest and Agnes had a child in the bank back, about 4 years.

She scratched due to a Portuguese father who was living in Brazil and Porto Alegre, I tried to talk to her in Portuguese but she uttered a few words, was ashamed of me. We talked a little Agnes really thrilled with my adventure wishing me luck. They got me good are only 7 km, which went down at an intersection.

Throughout the morning, rain fall and a weak and pleasant, was a bit tired due to the previous day where I no long ride and had done much exercise, I decided to pour a little at a bus stop on the roadside for a little rest I was lying there for an hour and finally back sides of the shoulder, came from a small box truck, and asked him to ride.

It was all over Uruguay from the Chui, the ride faster, had not been trying to 5 minutes, the driver took me to the entrance of the port of departure for Buenos Aires, located in the city of Colonia del Puerto.

Path a piece of a city entering the courtyard of the boarding Buquebus, company name of the ferry crossing and passenger cars up to the Argentine capital.

There was a line of cars waiting for the ship, I had no money to pay the ticket, had to sell some cartoons and a lot of luck.

I'll pass up the window and see the price of 50 pesos.

I was a little embarrassed to offer a caricature for a few hours I'm concentrating on my offer caricatures as the people who stood in the departure lounge.

This period also photographed the busy port, with many tourists from all parts, Argentina, Uruguay, Britain, France and Brazil, I talked to a group of youngsters who were going to Porto Alegre to Buenos Aires, a beautiful sunset the banks of the Rio del Plata colored the sky with shades of orange, reddening to the extent that the hours passed, with the final touch of fantastic clouds.

Watched that whole landscape without losing focus on designs that had to do to pay the passage, and in the meantime, I had an idea.

I decided to draw a child should be positioned in a chair next to the departure lounge, which at that time was crowded, lots of line and people moving in all directions.

I waited for someone out of place to sit down, spend a few minutes up to an empty seat and position myself with the sketch pad on the leg so that people could look to the side and maybe be interested, now a missing child to touch my hand her father to offer a free caricature drawing everyone's attention.

This was my plan to cross the Rio del Plata, it worked because of a kid with a mischievous face that approached, I was sitting and almost the height of the child, I spoke with him if he could make a caricature of his face and told the father who would not charge, was only to begin making many, sitting room and well designed the boy in 5 minutes a mother observes and asks me if I could do for their children.

That's how I came to Buenos Aires, drawing caricatures of 3 and 10 pesos each earning 20 pesos tip of the first boy.

I had spoken to his father, who need not pay and does not cover it, the boy went to the drawing in hand disappeared into the crowd after he returned with 20 pesos in hand, I believe that his father, the style, should have lot of money, was thrilled with joy with that surprise.

I was assured at the counter and getting very quiet passage.

A little later he entered the immigration queue, to get an exit stamp from Uruguay and Argentina in the input, that port had control cabins of these countries.

The 07:50 at night, even with the evening light in the sky, boarded the Buquebus, surprising me with the elegance of the ship.

There were cafes, restaurants, bars and accents for comfortable all three floors that constitute the vessel, besides a beautiful gazebo in the open in its coverage that I was up to begin the journey, being greeted with a beautiful rainbow, Where I got beautiful pictures and very happy to hear the alarm signaling the start.

Montevidel-Uruguay / Friday, February 16 for 2007/05: 30 pm

He broke the big boat, moving away slowly from the harbor, leaving the beautiful and romantic city of Sacramento and its beautiful country of friendly people and welcoming.

During two days in Uruguay had the privilege to live an interesting story where I met many people, born here a great bond of friendship, convincing me close one day, return to this country filled with culture, beauty and art.

Due to geographical location the sun sank slowly going down that long afternoon fully 10:00 pm the night, a fantastic sunset with strong colors and rainbow, united with all the facts of these last two days on Uruguayan soil, did ideal setting for the farewell of Uruguay, afasatava the boat, the sun drowned in the Rio del Plata, the continent was increasingly less while he entered the great river.

Who sees nowadays, the Roman town of Colonia del Sacramento, located on a small peninsula on the coast urugaiana can not believe that for almost a century, there were bloody wars because of this place.

On this day I could not see the skyscrapers because the clouds but the clouds, also made a great show. Observed that rainbow as a sign of great luck, it would need a lot of it on this long journey.

He walked all around the ship, visiting all environments, elated, enjoying every second of that tour, I spent much time above, enjoying the wind and the night despite my tiredness.

When he came down from the lookout because of the cold, I sat a while on a comfortable sofa on the second floor, and by far the first floor, I saw an Israeli who had spoken during shipment. He was just lying down and sleeping.

I watched that and I also put my backpack pillow and slept at least two hours.

When I woke up I went back to the gazebo and had a surprise as he watched the lights of Buenos Aires in horizontet

Buenos Aires, Argentina / Saturday, February 17from 2007/00: 09 pm

Increasingly approached the Argentine capital, the boat will slowly leaning in Puerto Madero, almost all were also watching the lights above the city with its beautiful skyscraper, take the opportunity to shoot beautiful photos getting his arrival in the capital the night.

Finally we landed, four hours after crossing the Rio del Plata, was with a aeroproto, left by a large hall and waited for the luggage in the wake. I was very happy to have arrived in Buenos Aires the next day had to arrive at the beginning of Route 3, starting the long journey to the last city on the continent of Latin America, Ushuaia, covering 3132 km of pure ride.

Very quickly took my backpack pulling me in the wake of the electronic port that overcrowding in the hallways toward the exit. It being out of the port, the taxi stand in the departure terminal, taxi drivers asked for information on how to get at the beginning of Route 3 on the next day, as was already 01:00 am in the morning.

After getting information, rest a bit, sit in a chair, a coffee shop inside the station in one of the restaurants, watched some TV to pass the time and thought of sleeping there, but the beginning 02:00 am on close the departure terminal, should look elsewhere for the night.

Leaving there, I sat in a little parking terminal for a short rest and was surprised by a young Argentine, a chat and a moment later he said it would be very difficult to get to Ushuaia to ride with trucks, also speaking that, one would find difficulty very large because I am Brazilian.

Of course, this information had me scared a little, but thankfully, this young Argentine was completely wrong.

Finally leave the station and walk one kilometer to the bus terminal Retiro district. He walked a major port area and near the road, watching a long line of trucks stopped, pushing me a lot because, apparently, was the ideal spot for hitchhiking. I thought I'd sleep right there, but was a bit dark, so there was a huge line of trucks and all that magnetism of a port, because of the time would be dangerous to sleep out there, I decided to continue up the road.

Across this wide avenue has finally arrived in the crowded road, was not hungry and still had almost a pound of cheese that had won in Uruguay, my biggest concern was not to eat or to sleep, was to arrive the next day at ruta 3.

Buenos Aires, Argentina / Saturday, February 17from 2007/01: 15 pm

Exhausted walk in the road watching your great movement of buses and passengers, who, despite the early hour, was too full.

Ascertained ticket prices up to Bahia Blanca, a town 650 km from the capital.

I was thinking of the next day, caricaturing the 80 pesos to get the pass, I thought it would be very difficult to hitch a ride.

Besides very tired and broke, there was more concern of this work the next day.

In the Retiro bus station there are many stairs at the side of these stairs that divide the road form a small corridor between the glass that divides the boarding platform and the wall of the staircase.

This small range was my comfortable bed that night, did not take sleeping bag or mattress bag, only used to serve as my pillow. And I hid my camera around his neck, take off my boots that did not take the foot from 05:30 in the morning the day before, I tied my backpack and boots in my body, sleeping peacefully. Of course, at that time, not so quiet as well.

Buenos Aires, Argentina / Saturday, February 17from 2007/07: 30 pm

At 7:30 am, a watchdog of the road wakes me kicking my feet and gesturing to get up, got up immediately without discussion, was a funny scene, I felt like a movie character who gets drunk on the night waking up the next day dropped a sidewalk, being kicked out by security or gari.

I got up a little wrinkled due to long sleepless night and not at all comfortable, I was walking by the road a bit thinking of how to draw, had no experience in offering the cartoons, but would otherwise have to do and did

Passed in front of restaurants, with heavy customer traffic that morning, I noticed a family with three children I approached the table and greeted them with a "buenos dias", then had me saying my name, and the price was speaking after showing them a caricature that was ready in the block of sheets. Copper 10 pesos each, and the youngest son did for a weight. Finally I make my first trip caricatures of earning 31 pesos. I take the fortune to walk around the center of the capital knowing the beautiful train station retreat (research station), the Consulate of Brazil, theaters and the Obelisco, getting beautiful pictures, ending the tour in tents, food and candy scattered near the bus station . They were sweet and tasty, colorful, and a delicious lunch of steak breaded sanduba traditional in this country. It was already 2 pm and at that moment I quit to do some more caricatures and begin to seek information with taxi drivers on how to get to the beginning of Route 3, which would be the starting point towards Ushuaia.

According imformation should leave retreat meters destined for Constitucion, and went.

The metro was traveling fast, despite the intense traffic of people, arriving walked about 200 meters until the bus stop where I waited for the bus n 96, who arrived very quickly, then taking me to the expected start of one of the main routes of Argentina, the great backbone that cuts all along the coast towards the southern tip of Argentina. I got off the bus and got a imformaçao there was another bus that would advance me precious 50 km. It also does not take long and took it. Subject to board the bus leaving the city behind, the skyscraper ever smaller and nature appeared again. I was very tired, still not worried about the huge Tragetees. A few minutes later I looked out the window of the bus station of a major Petrobras, there was a nice lawn that caused me to fall a little sleep. I decided to rest at least two hours before attempting a lift. My body was exhausted by the exertion of the day bathed in previous exercises and sleepless nights. It was an enjoyable break, there were big trees around me, the road ahead of me, this seemed waiting for me, I thought there after a while hitchhiking, being already on the lawn pulled the sleeping bag and my bag of hats, lying that cold afternoon. I slept two hours during waking rested, quickly organize my bag and in minutes I'm on the road. There was a good move cars and trucks heading south, need much luck, because it was already 5 pm. I stood there 30 minutes until the lot appears in style. I ask a short ride Moto-Home and to my surprise he leans forward on the road, starting a fun viajem.e there I go on board and knowing mauricio pablo.

They were starting that afternoon a trip through Patagonia. Mauricio and Pablo were very fun and very fond of Brazil. We talked a lot during the trip, tb appreciated the great lines of the road stuck in the plains that seem endless. Soon comes the night and stopped at a 9 am Tour YPF to sleep, seemed to be a region of farms, the vehicle was parked in the courtyard of the station and our front was about a farm. We left the vehicle and went to the station convenience store. Pablo bought a disposable interesting mate, the hot water drawn from a machine that is available to customers. Maurice was the driver and this was very tired, he went to bed early. Pablo and I did a walk along the road, stopped at the edge of a farm where there were benches and tables of raw wood and barbecue grills.

I stood there enjoying my first night on the pampas. The sky was beautiful, and there were many rabbits in our leisure was interronpido shots espingarda.Eram farmers shooting the hares, we are afraid of being confused with the rabbits and we rushed back to the post, I was a little afraid of the shots . In the bathroom of the station had a work cleaning the inside of the toilet. She starts talking to me and I see their interest, she was thrilled because I am Brazilian and I could not resist her beauty and kindness, I got my first kiss there's travel. Unfortunately I do not remember her name because it was a very quick meeting.

Enfin went to sleep, it was already 2 am. I sat on a mattress in the hallway of the vehicle did not sleep well that night. We got up at 9 am, Mauricio prepared a delicious breakfast, then continue right to go to Route 3 south.

I was impressed with the broad straight road and its plain that it was infinite horizon. We passed hundreds of potato farms soybeans and livestock farmers could see many dressed in costumes of the legendary gauchos of Patagonia. The board listened Djavan and Chico Buarque doing a duet with Mercedes Sosa, Mauricio and Pablo were fans of bossa nova. The 13:30 we arrived in Bahia Blanka. Mauricio tells the father by phone who would be waiting in the local roadsides. We parked and 10 minutes after her father arrives with his wife aboard a beautiful car. At the edge of the asphalt in the lengths and went on to post a combustivelonde talked and took pictures, talked a little with his wife and then his father mefalou that crossed the Atlantic on a sailboat in the 50's Belgium to Buenos Aires, he had married two years with his wife who met on the Internet, elaera disabled and did not leave the car. About an hour later we said goodbye with hugs. We started walking 3 km to a grassy area with huge trees, the sky was blue and the cool wind, there were some families doing pequenique.

Mauricio unloaded a portable table with chairs and some warmed cannelloni decarne forno.Conversamos in those shelves and eat a lot of peace, reminded me of the summer where she pequenique with miha family.

Moment later broke camp and rode over 5km where we said goodbye. I thanked them for the ride and once again fired a enesquecivel. Mauricio and Pablo were one of the most special of that story.

Landed backpacks giving the last goodbye watching motohome get away on the asphalt without end. Fiqueinessa now a center for zoonoses control of the Argentine government, a great place to catch a ride due to our car where the cars pass slowly through the checkpoint surveillance. Amochila to sit on the edge of the pavement, I felt a moment of tranquility and senscao resign, osuor essfriava refreshing the face, the fatigue of the previous day tb contributed to the well-being. Was far doUshuaia, had 10 pesos in my pocket and some coins, yet he was one of the happiest moments of my life. Do not worry about anything at that moment, was far and alone on the roadside of a country he barely knew, thought only my arrival in Ushuaia, every time I imaginva that scene touched me. I was so tired and well and not bothered to take a ride. But it seems that when we do not want something comes up and fast. It did not take 20 minutes and

we only raise my finger bracosinalizando stopping a lift truck.

Quickly without much enthusiasm going into hoping he would go only perto.Se Jonas called me this young truck driver who said hundreds of kilometers to the town of Puerto Madry, a considerable distance. Came the Purto Madry 00 hours after a beautiful afternoon on board the cabin admiring paisgem that for mimera unprecedented. The orange colors of the plain with his pequens vegetation composed of trees and shrubs graced the evening. First seen in altars lendariogauchito gil, during the night and we talked cha. There were many hares tb on the highway where the headlights paralyzed. I got off the truck saying goodbye and thanks for the ride. Jonas puts me in front of a Tour YPF the roadside. It was dark, watching the lights of P. Madry Aleste. I walked up to the post going straight to the car so I could pitch my network and rest because tiredness hit me mercilessly. I set up the network between a parked truck and a tree, lie down and waking up quickly due to low rainfall and high winds in large vats where the fuel used to signal the patio were drawn, I was impressed and curious about the ferocity of the time. Since coming out of Victoria thought to test my equipment and cold at the moment would be the best. I put on my coat and hat walking into the wind, the falling barrels of fuel on the ground, the wind was such that shifted my body. It was a good test to prove the effectiveness of the equipment carried, and first trusted in coats and hats that had brought. I did not feel a drop of cold. Return to the post into the convenience store asking for a coffee. I watch a little TV and 5:30 pm again oclima is hostile, and the wind seemed to get stronger.

Puerto Madry day 19/02/2007 - 5:30 pm Argentina-

The day showed the extensive plains of Patagonia, awakened me every minute curiosity to feel the wind in the morning by the roadside.

Just walked up the pavement watching the vast plains of the pampas merging with the first rays of the sun, was a beautiful and unusual landscape to my eyes. I was very hungry and tired for several sleepless nights, yet the newness of each day seemed to hide everything that was bad energizing my body for another day of adventure.

I was almost 1600km from the city of Ushuaia, the objective of the Virgin promeiro to complete.

I thought this morning chanpanhagne a bottle in my backpack that certainly had, would open up celebrating my arrival in Ushuaia in the southernmost city in the world. "

Everything was perfect this morning, until the cold and strong wind, everything was new to my eyes in rides and luck would not go away. He spent a few cars in this morning and quickly to a truck driver, taking me a few hundred km gasonila up a post that had a restaurant, some shops and houses. It was already 13:00 pm, I do not remember much of this section and not the name of the driver due to my fatigue, I remember I took a shower and lunch, and is quickly back on the road where I soon minutaos 30 to get another ride. The big machine leans over my head and the door opens, go up abrodo repeating the ritual from Barra Mansa in Rio De Janeiro was repeating. Embarked on this long journey of surprises, something new every km. Lito was a young truck driver, appeared to have 22 to 25 years was very calm and friendly, we talked, we stopped several times to forografar we saw many monuments of Gauchito Gil, we stopped at the edge of the slope Altlanta where we were by the sea, sand gravel and the water was blue almost black, picked up the shells in his hand as if to feel so different from that beach he had ever seen. We have made many mates along the road and the landscape seemed to get prettier.

There was a passage formed by mountains, desert valleys and framing the blue sea, giant wind turbines that generate energy heólica decorated the landscape of contrasting colors and various unpublished my vision. We stopped on the side of a mountain where photographed. It was all indescribably beautiful, Sunset at that time creating a spectacle of colors in the sky, mountains and sea. We took the trip mate and conversano, night came and one of those moments I find myself dozing, sleeping sitting so exhausted, my body seemed to shut out automatically, litho asked to sleep behind the truck, the bed that almost all trucks cargo holds. It seemed that sleep was more comfortable, an extremely comfortable senssacao through my body because of physical exhaustion making the magic sleep. Just a few hours sleep the night waking. Well I talked a lot more willing to litho, we kill, we saw many hares that night crossed the road at all times. It was a look a little bizarre to see only what the headlights lit up in the desert so harsh, there was no scenery. In that dark moment litho tells me a story about a friend who had seen a great light in the sky, at a post near where we were Casolino, he said the light illuminated the entire plain obscuring the vision of all. When he was finished telling the expectation of seeing something like that. As a child I saw, I and my mother a colored light that moved across the sky, the beach in ES Setiba near Guarapari. The light was moving in all directions and getting to illuminate the water, and most impressive was that woke up the next morning without remembering how to walk the balcony to bed, until now shudder when it commented. Still want to see something similar again, there was a good place parra this occurs again, the story of Lito intrigued me making me believe we could see something in the sky that night. Unfortunately we saw nothing that night, however, something horrifying in the sky would still be present in my passage through Argentina. We reached the village of Commander Luis Piedra Buena at 2:00 pm in the morning.

Comandante Luis Piedra Buena - Argentina - 20/02/2007 - 2:00 pm

We landed in a quiet and dark at the village crossing the road, there were a few hostels around the post where we parked and a convenience store that was open where probably dine. We walked up and entered the store. There was a great silence inside the beautiful and modern shop. We went in silence and soon noticed an employee sleeping. Without it we saw the other waking, sleeping Tb. Dozing in a chair was a man with long beard and long hair straight, wore glasses and blue jeans, white slip on a little dingy and old, a little denim bag on the floor on your left and the right one guitar. Gently wake of a staff that is rapidly waking up his friend awoke and began to serve us. The guy who was dozing in his chair Tb wake. We all started to talk and introduce yourself, Lito picks up pizza pies and frozen by placing in microwave oven to the store, eat some salty Tb as patties and meatballs, plus a few beers. One of the staff asks me where I come and say that I am from Brazil, the next guy taking the leap of a guitar. His name was Gaburu, an American who was already 3 years in South America and had been two years in Brazil, expecificamente in the Amazon region. He is very excited playing several Brazilian artists who had never heard the lyrics of songs they played seemed to be the hippie communes of the Amazon, recounted the ways of shifting cultivators and forest, the shop was so quiet that it seemed at that moment a great party. We talked and ate at the sound of Gaburu, who said his next destination would be the city of Neuquén to northern Argentina. Only 4 in the morning we went to sleep. I set up my network pa below the truck and entered the cabin Lito. We woke up at 9:00 am on, take a quick coffee and we said goodbye, got in for half a pardo Lito had forgotten to bring, I had only 5 pairs in a backpack, a serious error from the equipment that would take this great journey. I went to the roadside to try a ride, it was already very near the land of fire. There was a welcome monument at the entrance of the city of Commander Luis Piedra Buena who said it was PATAGONIA'S OASIS. That morning the ride was not long before a small truck and take me to Rio Gallegos. In this part of Estard sighted numerous lakes, had a GPS in the panel marked 69 * 29 "45.42" 0. As we approached Rio Gallegos noted the power poles tilted due to the strength of the winds, Marcelo told me that we were entering the city of the Winds. And it was when I got off the truck cold, dry wind kept me from walking. I walked down the windy city and came to join a trucking company to get a ride to Tierra del Fuego, however they did not do this route and showed me the name of a company that would. Get out there continuing my journey. I stopped to photograph monuments in the Falklands War who were in front of a beautiful fire station located on Route 3, just where it should be and stop to get a ride that would take me probably the Big Island. I walked a few more feet and noticed a bump in the road getting there. Some cars passed and again, no one can take 10 minutes ride.

Rio Gallegos - Argentina - 20/02/2007 - 14:30 pm

At this time no more resembled the sort, seemed normal in this country can quickly rides, people acolherodas and very friendly, would discover that culture pq warm later on this journey through South America this time a very old car, like a horse to ride on my mark. Embark on the car of Juan, an Argentine who traveled from Esquel, he was a grocer in your city and the city of Rio Grande in Tierra del Fuego. Finally I approached the Straits of Magellan at high speed because of this old car was the only fairing, was equipped with a brand new Audi engine. We reached the first Chilean border where we had to leave to present passports and documents of the vehicle, Juan complained that Chileans give preference to themselves and are keen to leave the Argentine waiting too long at customs. And I realized that this was really true. To cmpletar bad service she asks Juan to go to the car and open the trunk, and stressed Juan opens. When we boarded the police tell me where I come and say that I am Brazilian, he points to John and said that Brazil and the largest country in the world, I realize that ruan was furious, was one of those systematic Argentina and Brazil. When the car part Juan complains that besides being ill-treated the officer said that Brazil and the best parents. I was very earnest at that time it died laughing inside. In about two hours we reached the strait that bears the name of the browser Fernao de Magalhaes, the man who proved the earth was round a few years after his death. Discovering the channel that connected the Pacific to the Atlantic Ocean.

Juan seemed a little stressed, because I traveled a day and talked a lot.

I saw the channel by far, even with the moving car, admired the color of the gray sea that seemed at the time. We parked the car to wait for the big ferry boat that was across the channel. I went to the shores of the Strait to touch the water and admire the beauty frighteningly wild. The winds were very strong and cold phenomenal speed of the current scare me, I felt fear when I thought a kayak in the middle of fierce narrow. I picked up some pebbles on the beach, there was a lighthouse next to the boarding ramp, the margins of the ocean was big and red, took some photos of this site. Tb I met a family that would go to Argentine Tierra del Fuego, I talked a little with the daughter of this couple of masters and took pictures together.

Soon the huge ferry approached the ramp anchoring difficulties because of the large tidal forces. Lentemente all the cars that were there and finally boarded we set off toward the island. I crossed the strait in the highest part of the boat admiring this wild and full of color this time of year. Here, winter and very strict freeze reaching the sea. It was a great joy to anchor the legendary Strait of Magellan and finally go to Tierra del Fuego.

Strait of Magellan - Chile - 20/02/2007-20: 32hs

With boarded the ferry docked vehicles giving birth to 120km of gravel for the Chilean part of the island. Juan was driving at high speed skidding in curves like a wild rally. The landscape was surreally beautiful, we saw numerous animals such as foxes, guanacos, sheep and birds of prey. For me it was a privilege to cross the first part of the island at that beautiful evening of many colors, we passed a riot truck drivers who were parked in providing assistance to a huge truck that had fallen from the high cargueros shoulder due to strong gusts of wind. We went down and stayed five minutes talking with them.

The cold and wind is not allowed to stay longer than 5 minutes outdoors. All vehicles were equipped with heaters, it would be very uncomfortable, and, in my view, humanly impossible to cross the island by car without a good heater on board.

Tb this stretch shoot a magical sunset Juan mirror car, exactly 21:46 the night, which I consider one of my most beautiful photos. We crossed another border back to Argentina, because in this part of Chile and Argentina seem to have a mess to divide the island that belongs to both countries, an incoming and outgoing travelers who leave a little nervous.

 Now we toured the part of Argentina that was paved. 12:00 pm we reached the Rio Grande, a charming and melancholy city of the southernmost continent. Juan and I went to a covenience crossing the desert and cold city streets. Soon after we stopped to make a caricature, he took the glove an album with photos of your kids and your wife for me to draw. I work in about 50 minutes on the bench beside her a ride, after that we finally said goodbye. I walked a bit around town with my heavy backpack in the back with the hope of making some design, the streets were deserted and the cold intencificava. There were people in only a few bars and a covenience YPF. I was very tired and went in search of a place to sleep. I walked towards the coast because there was money to sleep in a hostel. Observed large and beautiful houses overlooking the legendary canal, was grounded in one of these houses that finally I laid my sleeping bag not knowing he would face death in a few moments.

Rio Grande - Tierra del Fuego-Argentina-21/02-03: 00HS

It had taken three layers of survival in a backpack, all of which were glued to use them when I opened. And a kind of foil, as used by the fire department for rescue cases of people suffering from hypothermia. A isolande which returns heat to the heating body in the most hostile. I lost three blankets, all tore up when trying to open and went to sleep with the equipment they had. I wore my three coats and a hat, walked into the sleeping bag for tropical and finally slept.

It was already 5:00 pm when I open my eyes and I see my hands shaking a lot, spent a few seconds and I noticed that my whole body was shaking a lot, I awoke in a state of hypothermia for the first time in my life, the state it was, it was become more 10 minutes there could be fatal. Quickly get up, putting the blanket like a cape across the street to the waterfront boardwalk, I walked through the rocks and sat on a log. I saw the sun rise on this beach admiring the wild beauty of the Strait of Magellan. This beach was serene and calm waves and I was impressed with immunity to the cold of a breed of ducks playing in the waves. I stood for hours dating Strait, admiring the stars and the silent night, the relaxing sound of the sea, was very happy to be there, alone and without any concern.

When the day dawned I began to walk due to cold, my nose seemed to freeze. It should be back on Route 3 to get a ride as possible, I walked 3 km in the opposite direction to find the route to pass a bus that takes me no charge.

    

I noticed that everyone who was on the bus smiled at me as if to say "good luck".

The driver kindly got me a bus stop margins Route 3, was practically in the middle of the city, many cars pass in the morning, people going to work like any developed city. Need to get some more rides in Ushuaia. I am more than 90 minutes hitchhiking, this time passing me by a beautiful blonde and beautiful rider, I waved to her, probably due to an adventure equipment in your vehicle, then she smiled at mim.Logo for a car with a fun Argentina. He opens the door and say I'm going to Ushuaia. This gentleman called me Mauricio good about 200km since leaving me in a position very close to my first destination.

I noticed this little traveled stretch where the nature has changed. At the beginning of the fire to the earth and undergrowth vegetation was dry, as you get out of Rio Grande began appearing trees, lakes and mountains, had a slight impression that he was moving into a magical and enchanted land. This region is home to a proper and natural beauty unlike anything I've ever seen. I was there, in front of that post, by the roadside asked to ride the few passing vehicles, it seemed at that moment all was silent, my admiration for that natural beauty parcecia have left me deaf and static, the Andes that this point crosses the continent to the east was behind me. Would have to climb the Andes 80km to reach the other side the beautiful asphalt in this region. I was drained of happiness by being so close to Ushuaia.

In this moment of joy appears alsfalto horizontal line, as if climbing a hill and popping up shares, a large white Volvo truck. I reached out hitchhiking and noticed a reduction in speed. The truck and leads me toward Ushuaia. The gentle truck driver named Mario was a former tour guide in Ushuaia, he insisted on stopping at various places so that I could photograph the landscapes film composed of various colors of vegetation, numerous lakes and mountains with ice on their summits. We have followed the 80km climb up the Andes admiring the spectacle of nature, saw the first groups of tourists and Tb was lucky enough to see the condors, one of the largest birds in the world who make their nests in the mountains and on the higher slopes of the range.

During decide the ridge I saw one of the most beautiful landscapes of this whole adventure. Could see a plain composed of a large vegetation shades of red, and mountains. It looked like a paint color alive and well.

During decide to stop again to shoot a mountain chain that cut the horizon, we were already a few miles from Ushuaia.

It was hard to believe that 12 days before I was in Barra Mansa in Rio de Janeiro, BR 116 trying to get my first ride. Seemed to have been traveling for a year, 12 days to Ushuaia River ride was like a record. Finally reached the end of the world, as would now cross the entire continent to ride up to Manaus, the capital of Amazonas state, which was located thousands of miles away. Will I have the same fate?

Ushuaia - Argentina - 21/02 - 17:00 PM

When I got off the truck felt a great feeling to have reached the southernmost city in the world, Mario said goodbye and went towards the city. I was resting on a pier overlooking the Canal de Beaglee. I stood for hours admiring the beautiful Bahia with their ships and small boats, the mountains in the background leaving the landscape even more romantic. I was exhausted and without a single money needed to do some drawings in order to survive the end of the world. I walked around the city looking to do some work but could not, at 19:00 pm I stay in a hostel and the hostel said the charge that he would withdraw the money. Would actually try to do some cartoons to pay for lodging and eating something. I put the bag in my room after following the charming town to try to make money it would have to pay 35 pesos daily by the hostel. It was quite late, night came on very slowly, because at the end of the world this time of year, there is still 0:00 pm daylight. There was so cold that night, walked through the city in search of money but could not, returned to the lodge 02:00 am, took a nice bath and lay on a bed. It seemed most senssacao of comfort that had passed, after 12 days of hitchhiking and hardly sleeping finally got a chance to rest a lot. Agreement should leave early for the hostel with nobody to see me because of the pendency of the first rental, my plan was to spend the day getting 70 pesos to pay for two nights stay and look more like a better price.

Ushuaia - Argentina - 22/02 - 08:00 PM

Despite the bonds was very happy to have slept all night and celebrated my first morning in Ushuaia. The city is beautiful and romantic, clean streets, a trade which is very elegant from chocolates, electronics and trekking equipment, charming hotels adorn the street San Martin is the main avenue of Ushuaia. I walked most of the trade looking to do a caricature, but only 5 in the afternoon drew to a child with his mother was earning 10 pesos. Then I went to the dock where once again admired the beautiful Beaglee channel, a passage connecting the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific route secular merchant ships, cruise ships and explorers.

There was an almost YPF put forward Bahia, went to eat something and was lucky to do two cartoons earning 40 pesos and is nearing completion of the 75 the lodge. Almost next to the post was a road sign marking the extreme points of the country, was written: "La Quiaca x Ushuaia".

A few hours later with the rest of the money by drawing two more carefree returning the inn. When I returned there was a group of Italians and isrraelitas in the dining room of the inn where I talked a little before sleep. I was in love with this beautiful city, very modern, not expecting much. Would be able to live here for a while, could paint panels of the Indians of Ushuaia and sell to tourists visiting the city by the thousands for years. Beautiful women and good food inspired me this desire to inhabit the place for a season.

I sleep another night in the comfortable bed at the inn, I woke up tasting a delicious breakfast and hung out with my backpack for a day of work thus ending my stay comfortable.

That day I made four cartoons getting money for lunch and dinner. In the afternoon I go to the pier again admire the Channel Beaglee. The night would not venture to sleep again at the inn because it was out of my financial condition. It was not cold, the weather was very pleasant, so I decided to pitch my network into a tree spending the night sleeping on the street very well.

Wake up and go back to the channel, the beauty of the Bahia de beaglee seemed to attract me, I ate there a few hours to approach a young Argentine named Jose Luiz.

He traveled Tb ride and had their backpacks, making the journey sobrvivia duarante juggling. Tb told me that there was a campsite of 10 pesos a night he would stay, then agreed to go to this campground, we passed a large supermarket and then to eat before we start walking, we walked about 2 km to reach the charming camping.

The campsite was really nice, had a cable car that ran off a huge hill that was supposed to practice ski in inverno.A night the owner of the camp sell me a camping tent for 30 pesos, was new was the guests who had esquecido.Foi crazy cross almost the whole continent without a stall for lack of money had not bought. So I set up my tent next to Jose Luiz, soon after we left and went to the camping shelter where they were camped tds gathered there for dinner and talk on the verge of a cozy wood burning fireplace.

I met many people that night among Italians, Germans, Argentinians, Brazilians ate. I was camping in the cyclist who passed me on the road to Rio Grande, she was riding from Mexico, I was impressed that she had crossed the continent by bicycle and alone, I began to realize I was in an environment of adventurers, very good so I was not the only one to enjoy extreme adventure.

My stay in Ushuaia was short but packed with many events where I amizades.Nessa same night an Italian named Roberto prepares a INOC to everyone in the refuge. It was a party where everyone talked a lot, I attended a birthday camping in the refuge, was the brother of a beautiful Buenos Aires I had known, we have a barbecue that day, proving for the first time the Argentine beef. A slap in the menu was baked the night of February 25, 2007. Soon after dinner I left the refuge and Nathalia campsite to watch the stars who were alive and well that night, lay on the ground to settle in the sky that was clear from north to 27.2 sul.No day I woke up early for a walk Glacial till the Marial, for not complete due to an ankle injury, however had come in one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen, I photographed a beautiful landscape composed of small lakes that reflected the Andes as a mirror, the vegetation was composed of a red tint and living

On the design of a phaco 28.02 2 German cyclists, the couple Simon and Brita, they told me to draw a map of the route with them so they could make a business card. Tb visited the Museum of Ushuaia areroclube the afternoon and at dusk made beautiful photos of Mount Olivia, one of the main cards of Ushuaia. Duranre my stay in Ushuaia lunch and dinner in main restaurant, I exchanged for meals cartoons. In particular lunch every day in one of the most beautiful and expensive restaurant in the city, the owner liked my work very inviting me to lunch and dinner every day. Never had drawn caricatures, but I knew I could do, every day developing my new art without ever having seen someone draw, confirming the artistic vein familha present in my mother's name due to Foratini, Tb surname that belongs to one of the great Italian caricaturist named Giorgio Foratini.

I decide to leave Ushuaia in the afternoon of the day 02/03. Step into a supermarket to buy groceries for the next leg of their journey that would traverse the whole earth from the fire a second time. I walked up to the campsite just outside the city, a distance of 4 km. It was already 6 pm, had arrived outside the town where a welcome portal saying "Bienvenidos a la ciudad but austral del mundo", also translated into English.

I was excited to be on the road again, I joined the asphalt to make another journey to the ends of the Amazon rainforest. It was 10 days in Ushuaia and the cold caused me discomfort, I would quickly be in the heat of the tropical forest, Amazon wanted to get in a month, getting most of the time the pavement stopping only to rest and eat, getting rid of cold that worsened every day. That was my plan at that time, not realizing that my stay in the far south of the continent would be more extensive, would know more on dozens of amazing places that part of the world.

Witnessed in Ushuaia 5 days of good weather with blue sky, rare in this region, and another 5 days of falling temperatures and bad weather.

That afternoon's farewell end of the world the time has changed completely, the winds were strong and the temperature fell absurdly in just two hours, preventing me from getting on the road. I needed a shelter for the night. There were a few feet from where I was a post where YPF decided to stay inside the modern convenience store, continuing the journey in the morning the next day. I was with Comverse employees, had dinner and drank a cup croassants and bread she had bought, watched TV for almost all night and dozed at times sitting with his head on a table. Steps began again little rest that the trip provides a ride when it is resting on the road and a rarity, if you want to go ride one should never take your eye off the track at every opportunity.

Ushuaia - Argentina - 03/03 - 05:40 PM

I felt tiny in front of that storm had left the store early.

Was on the road waiting for a ride. I saw some uniformed workers waiting for the bus company that goes and take a couple of travelers are positioned more forward to getting Tb hitchhiking with a truck that passed.

I'm there for two hours until I find the lot. A large truck opens the door saying where I stand I go to bariloche, he says he can take me to Rio Gallegos. Finally, I leave the city of Ushuaia towards Bariloche via route 40, one of the most inhospitable roads in the world, known by the adventurers for their beauty.

When we began the ascent of the mountain began to snow and strong, speed the snow falls in a vertical position exceedingly well providing a look that had never seen, the landscape was totally different from when had arrived. The White Mountains was the vegetation had disappeared with the snow and asphalt are also decorated with the time, was a spectacle, it seemed that nature was taking leave of me as if making a last show. Slowly crossed the land of fire due to the weight of the truck, napped all the time inside the vehicle and was awakened with a cry of fun truck "Philip wakes', he always kept a surprise coming to annoy me. In large river witnessed a smuggling charge, he waits for the road and a car that takes a couple of boxes that took carreta.Finalmente 20:00 pm we reached the Rio Gallegos where I'm at a gas station, the annoying driver who did not take note of name me one of the bath in which tickt use immediately. When getting off the vehicle I am greeted by a woman, I felt that was a very senssual buenas afternoon, I was so tired that I paid no attention. After I showered at a restaurant to spend my only weights that had won 20 in Ushuaia. Upon entering the restaurant again encounter the woman who invited me to sit with her and his son Stevan. I told him not to sit alone because I was too exhausted, I could not talk. After reassuring me that I ate and sat with them. They were returning from a tour of Patagonia and invited me to know Punta Arenas. Solved at that time they travel with the southernmost city in Chile.

After the dinner we started walking 4 hours up to Punta Arenas in that dark road, the headlights were very weak and limited vision in one moment the brakes on trestles over road signs very frightening to us. Too many hares that rammed exixtem that region by the thousands. Stevan comments on the Torres del Paine National Park, a beautiful place that it could not meet, a place that was out of my script by hard financial conditions and probably would not know. We arrived in Punta Arenas to 01:00 pm, where we stopped in some squares to photograph monuments. It was a huge cold this morning. Stevan's mother would be in Punta Arenas at the home of his sister, we should wait for the dawn to go to his house. They decided to sleep in the car, parked the edge, facing the Straits of Magellan, I set my tent beside the car that created a barrier against the wind was very strong. We woke up in the morning and quickly went to the house of Stevan family, take a breakfast.

Punta Arenas - Chile - 10:23 pm

Stevan me about a tourist spot called Penguins where we decided to hitch a ride there. His mother takes us up the road where we got a ride we stopped at the entrance of this place. We were 36km of gravel the Penguins, took 3 hours until we take over a car for a ride. When we arrived the wind was blowing very strong and paid $ 5 to enter. I decided not to visit the place because he was penniless, yet I could admire the beauty of this place that looked like a large lake surrounded by mountains cold. We were there less than 30 minutes back on the same ride. This gentleman who was on board a Hillux leaves us in a city park where my tent armo. When it began to pitch the tent Stevan asks me if I wanted to exchange it for my tent that was bigger. I said yes, and did a caricature in return. Stevan go away and finally rest a lot, was 17:00 pm when I go to sleep, only waking up the next day. I spent a comfortable night in that huge tent that had won it from Stevan, agreement early and go to edge in front of the park to try a ride toward the northern end of South America I am just over 5 minutes and a pickup with a young driver taking me a few km, descend into a position where he won a coffee, had not a single penny for the breakfast. It was very cold and every time I thought in the Amazon, intended to go straight to Bariloche, then San Pedro de Atacama and Machupichu, entering Peruvian jungle region. However, on a journey so anything can happen, the planned itinerary may change at any time and changed.

About an hour later he was in office, I signal for a ride to a truck. The driver said he was going to Puerto Natales, the gateway to the national park Torres del Paine. Without thinking twice boarded the old truck with great joy, would meet by chance one of the most beautiful in the world.

We travel.

On the way admire beautiful scenery with high mountains in all directions, there was a kind of flying all the way, these trees were shaped by the winds that seemed to blow in one direction only. The ramifications of this species growing only on one side, since I arrived at the southern end of the wind can not rest, blows 24 hours per day at an incredible speed.

Desco getting the truck on the road, take shelter at a bus stop that had a booth for people to protect themselves from cold. I was there in that silence, admiring the plain, I photographed a scrub composed of yellow flowers that looked like a movie set, it really was beautiful.

I was very hungry, without a single money. A few meters from where he had a gate, probably the entrance to a farm that came from a car within the resort. I go to the gate and help to open it for the passage of the car, a few minutes talk with the driver, also ask if he could give me something to eat, gain a package of cake and some cookies industrial satiating my hunger. They have gone in the opposite direction of my destination was close.

I reposition the track and started hitchhiking at passing cars. It does not take much and taking me to a van.

He was a grocer for his van was loaded with fruits and vegetables, traveled about two hours surrounded by greenery.

Puerto Natales - Chile - 04/03 - 16:00 PM

Finally had arrived in Puerto Natales, quickly sought an armo my tent camping where a modest lodge with campground. I had no money and immediately went around the city to do some drawings getting some money. I made four cartoons that afternoon where I paid two nights and I dined well.

My stay in Puerto Natales was fantastic. I met several people, one of them was the singer Jorge Coco who ran the kitchen of the inn's restaurant. I participated with him in a legitimate Patagonian barbecue, with a whole lamb on a skewer, the front of a ground fire, music played by regional cheff gauchos dressed to drinks and a good Chilean wine.

 It was one of the best steaks I had eaten.

One night me and a great friend he had met named Jose, one Irish and one Japanese, both guests of the camping experience pisco, a grape distillate powerful, that night we went to a party where I met a beautiful Chilean named Jessenia.

Jessenia and I sometimes met together and enjoyed a few moments, I was impressed when an appointment with her, she asked to see her the 00hs, due to geographical location and the city 00hs 17hs as if it were in the southeast region in Brazil.

Jose and I made a grilled fish that TB was one of the best we had eaten.

Every day he walked through the city to make drawings and find out the cheapest way of knowing the Torres del Paine National Park which was about 200 km from Puerto Natales.

Lurked a chance to visit the park, and later was a camping in the opportunity appeared.

He came to stay in the camping area a couple where I isrraelitas and Jose helped them with the tent, then a chat and arranged to go to the park the next day. The night Jose comes up my tent and get a package of powdered milk and instant foods to keep in my backpack for the trip the next day. We would walk to the viewpoint of the Torres del Paine mountains, a huge chain of mountains which bear the name of the park.

We woke up early, we organized our packs and set off in the car traveling the 200km isrraelita friend and his girlfriend, Jose and I were in the backseat. Each km of gravel road we could see the most beautiful and distinctive landscapes of this region, the mountains seemed to move on the horizon, the sky was blue, a rare time that part of the planet. We stopped on the road because of the beauty of a landscape, a dark blue lake with snowy mountains. We left the car to shoot, the wind and cold were intense, suddenly something magical happens, a large condor takes off a little more than 20mtrs from where we were at that moment Jose started screaming like a madman, he said that there is a myth, a legend that says the person close to see a condor would be lucky in life. I was impressed with the size of that animal, these huge creatures are as large as 3 meters in wingspan. From Ushuaia could see the condors, but not so close.

After many photos we follow the road stopping again in stunning scenery. It was a light green lake flanked by snow. On the horizon of the lake Torres Del Paine displayed their magnificence. We approached the lake where we had a surprise, it was not snow that bordered the lake, but salt, coarse salt and a barbecue. The white salt, water, light green, the surrounding mountains and some guanacos have given us the most beautiful pictures of the entire trip. Laguna Amarga, and thus called the extraordinary lagoon. We walked a few kms arriving at the park entrance. You pay a fee to enter and inspect the guards if people carry groceries, because without food would be impossible to go through the eight days of trekking to surround the entire park. We would not make the eight days but the way we would on the contrary, instead of starting from the beginning of the trail, we would begin the end, coming to camp in the first 8 hours of walking. We should arrive before nightfall on the first camp, the next day to reach the lookout towers of another hour of walking uphill climb. We parked in the parking lot of a beautiful and luxurious hotel, located right at the beginning of trilhas.Ao out of the car felt the extreme cold, it seemed that the temperature dropped a lot in one hour, one more shot of the pack a jacket and waterproof pants seen immediately, relieving the cold it was unbearable. The couple isrraelita decide to stay in this hotel to follow the trail the next day, it was already 12pm, Jose and I would have to walk with quick steps to reach the first camp before dark. We said goodbye and the couple began to enter the park starting a fantastic journey.

Everything was really fantastic, the scenery of the place seemed to dope the vision, making time pass by a feeling that everything was an illusion, we were tiny in front of those mountains that seemed to move the media path we followed. The first leg of the trail and harder, about 4 hours of climbing. As we climbed the body was mainly me who, for lack of experience, took all my luggage in the back, about 20 kg. Pause several times to rest and take pictures. We crossed a couple of Brazilians, appeared to have 20 to 25 years, they were with a remarkable expression of fatigue. They were finalizing the 8 days of trekking in the park and complained that his shoes very wet, also spoke of his tent all wet because of rain the previous day, a man took pity on them and lent a tent most appropriate. I said that for a course in hostile climates should take special equipment such as waterproof clothing and tents and sleeping bags for low temperatures.

After the meeting we patriotic way, that part of the way was so difficult that we saw an Israeli slightly chubby, begging for a man who crossed the trail on horseback, heard her offer to take her money. When we reached the summit of this step came a great relief, we stopped to breathe and drink water, we saw some condors flying over to an exorbitant height. Then began the descent, where their path took an early foray into the great valley cut by a stream. It was this part of the less strenuous walk, there were a few small waterfalls where Rechargeable our water bottles. The wounded after day, and dusk was beginning to exhaust me almost dominated. In many times thought of quitting to get to the first camp that afternoon. My back hurt a lot and was close to I set up camp at the time not to proceed the next day. Resist the pain and move on, me and my Chilean friend Joseph, who did not take a backpack as heavy as mine. I really liked the way that leads to the park, there is no need for guides to the Chapada Diamantina, the entire track and marked with dabs of paint on trees, just seguilas there is no way to lose. The park also offers maps containing all the marked trails. A guidance system that the national parks of Brazil should use providing more security, convenience and privacy to its visitors.

Parque Nacional Torres del Paine - Chile - 17:42 pm

The base camp of the towers is completely covered by large trees, there is a natural stream of water and used by visitors to cook, bathe or brush your teeth, but should take the water away from the river to avoid contamination of the river bank chemicals, these rules are enforced by park rangers who monitor all base camps, divided by steps on all tracks. They live in a cottage-style brick colonial, also providing help and guidance. Everyone must enter the park with a gas burner or alcohol, and forbidden to fire, chemical toilets are very rustic in style. But I observed while walking on the trail stays beautiful for adventurers who need more comfort, bed and hot bath containing, usually frequented by older people. Throughout the trail crossed with individuals and groups around the world, all in the most professional and amateur adventurers.

Upon arriving in the park Jose and I pitched our tents and made a meal. Prepared in a gas stove instant soup, instant noodles, milk powder and bread and butter. There were enough tourists in the camp, about twenty tents were in the company. I was completely exhausted, I thought I would have a good night's rest, put something unexpected happened that night.

The temperature dropped so that sleep was impossible with the equipment I had. It was the coldest night that I witnessed. I put on all my jackets, entered the sleeping bag and pulled out all my clothes from the bag covering me with them about me.

Get out of my mouth a cloud of steam as never seen due to cold. I lit some candles inside the tent to soothe cold which settled a little, the night passed quickly and the agreement and 6 am call Jose. “

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