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and all that pressure had gone, re- placed by an overwhelming feeling of freedom and pride. I realised that the first step was the hardest as you initially only see the bigger picture, as soon as you start, you focus only on the next few days which releases all doubts and pressure. My primary challenge was to cross the Amazonian forest from the Brazil- ian border to the banks of the mighty river itself. I remember stopping a few minutes at the beginning of the dirt road, the entrance to the jungle and saying to myself, “Alright Clem, you wanted it. Now shit is getting real and you are going to rock it!” I looked at Baloo, my bike. He was as ready as I was. To be honest nei- ther of us had any experience riding off road. I turned the ignition on and started to ride towards the unknown. It was extremely hot and humid; it wasn’t uncommon to drink as much as 6 litres of water without going to the toilet. After only 2 kilometres, I came to the first of many wooden plank bridg- es. A huge hole was waiting for me just before the bridge. I didn’t see it. The front forks compressed all the way, my tool tube, attached to the bash plate hit the ground be- fore finishing under my back tyre which literally took off into the air. I crossed most of the bridge balanced on my front wheel with my body going all over the place. Surprisingly, I didn’t fall but I had already broken something on the bike. And you know what? I laughed a lot! I then understood that I was ready to smile at whatever life would throw at me! After 36 hours on a boat, sleep- ing in a hammock, I finally reached the Brazilian coast and its beautiful landscapes. Brazil was a wonderful country to start a trip. Even if my Portuguese was as good as a dog playing golf, I didn’t find any trouble in communicating with the local people. TRAVERSE 20 Spending time between the beach and the boring long straight roads, I didn’t hesitate to visit some great places such as the National Park of Lençois; an area the size of Hong Kong fully covered in sand dunes where in each valley water from the rain gathers. Each new dune offers a view over another oasis where you can swim. For the first leg of the journey I rode with a slow rhythm, enjoying lo- cal cultures rather than crazy off road adventures. I guess it took me a bit of time to find the right balance and the way of travel I wanted to undertake. It was only when I reached the state of Minas Gerais and all its amazing back roads that I understood how I would focus more on my trip. I followed the historic Estrada Real which was used in the 18th century to transport diamonds and gold from the mountains to the coast. There was a lot of mud going through farm fields and crazy mountainous scenes.