Kitesurfing on Sunday afternoons in Arubinha can be just great. Mainly depending on the wind of course, but also since there’s normally not that many people there as on Saturdays. And why aren’t they there? Traffic! The way back to Rio on Sunday nights could take anything from the optimistic 2.5 hrs to 5, 6 or even 7 hrs. A while back, it could have taken longer than ever, if it wasn’t for the creative, Schumacher wannabe driver behind the wheel. Thanks to him, who’d been guiding us along the narrow roads through the country side at speeds close to the one of light most of the day, we were moving a lot quicker than most of the other people on their way back to Rio - on the shoulder. Don’t ask me what traffic regulations in Brazil say…I don’t know, but can of course assume.
We thought we were doing quite well out on the shoulder, passing one car after another, until we were stuck in a que on the shoulder as well. Too many creative drivers out apparently. The three-lane motorway had turned into a four-lane que-way. Oh sorry, a five-lane way as a white Hilux (Here the very nice car appears again, and no, I’m not getting paid to say this so Skatteverket bring it on.) suddenly passed us on our right hand side…in the ditch. Pays off to have a 4WD every now and then.
We thought we were doing quite well out on the shoulder, passing one car after another, until we were stuck in a que on the shoulder as well. Too many creative drivers out apparently. The three-lane motorway had turned into a four-lane que-way. Oh sorry, a five-lane way as a white Hilux (Here the very nice car appears again, and no, I’m not getting paid to say this so Skatteverket bring it on.) suddenly passed us on our right hand side…in the ditch. Pays off to have a 4WD every now and then.
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