Oh noooooooo….it can’t be!

January 26, 2012:  When you rent a bike from the local bike shop you would think that it would be in excellent working condition.  That is a silly assumption I know…and yes, I was wrong.  The bike sounded as if someone was grinding a mouthful of pulled teeth into a microphone.  It was a horrid sound that kept me from standing up while peddling the bike as I explored Marajo Island.

During the ride there was a woman peddling her mom and even a little girl, whom I desired to pass though I was already struggling to keep up.  I blamed the bike at first but when I stopped putting the blame on other things and simply turned on the juice – I slowly and eventually crept passed her.  Looking back at them, I internally repeated a saying that I said when I was a child, “eat my dust!” as I laughing once again at my maturity.

I took the bike to a few beaches and I saw a huge group of some pink flamingo looking birds that were…scarlet ibises – oh noooooooo!  I can’t believe I just remembered its name.  It can’t be!  I am getting to know the names of the birds now – I just can’t become a birder – I can’t!  I am just too young.  Oh God, please - please - please let me not learn any more bird names!

I rode about 30km today in total - keeping it in kilometers since it is a bigger number than in miles.  Once back in the town of Soure, I decided to replenish my body with what this area is famous for, buffalo meat.  I can safely say that it doesn’t taste like chicken…it simply tasted like meat.  When I finished my meal, I could barely stand up on my legs of rubber. 

It was a nice day today…except now having to figure out how to clear my mind of bird names.