In the morning our bus passed through the lush green jungle of Ubajara
National Park. It is very picturexsque place with rocky cliffs and the road descending gently in many swithbacks. Then we entered green mountains with some interesting formations like spires and columns…
Short break for the breakfast, and we were on our way again.
Fortaleza – a city where 2,5 mln people live appeared on the horizon at 11.45, but it took us almost an hour to get through the traffic jams to the rodoviaria. Heat! Getting out of the building I turned left, then right on the firtst traffic light. Bus stop. I need bus 73 to get to my hotel, is this the stop for 73? They do not understand. Some 20 people stay here. I desperately shout:-Anybody here speaks English, ou Francais? They smile, seems that nobody can understand me. I am drawing a bus with number 73 on the piece of paper. Aaaa! They show me another bus stop on the opposite side of the street. It took me more then 30 minutes and 2,20 reales to get to the booked hotel… Shower, 3 big cups of the tea… 28,5 hours on one bus – no, I do not want to beat any record, but it seems that it was so far my longest bus journey! In Tibet to Lhasa I travelled longer, but with overnight stops.
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