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  1. September 9, 2005

    Bus Policeman

    One of the federal police looking for drugs on our bus.

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  2. September 9, 2005

    Another Face of Rio

    Rain. Lots of rain. Rain without stop.

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  3. September 6, 2005

    Moving to Rio

    It is a Sunday today, and in a shopping centre in the middle of Belo Horizonte city, I am tapping away on the keyboard, waiting for my bus to Rio. It turns out that there are not a lot of services to Rio on a Sunday and my bus leaves at…

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  4. September 6, 2005

    Curitiba – The Rain Stopped

    It stopped. The rain actually stopped. Not forever though. It is now raining again. But it really did stop.

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  5. September 5, 2005

    Belo Horizonte at Last

    Well we finally arrived in Belo Horizonte, 2 1/2hrs later than our scheduled time, and 5 1/2hrs later than the planned time.

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  6. September 5, 2005

    Back to Base

    These days I am back in the YWAM base in Corrientes. I successfully caught my 10am ride to Corrientes and was back there by 7.30pm that night. My return from Brazil completed, it then took several days to finally sort through all of the…

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  7. September 5, 2005

    Brothers Three

    Sometime in 2001, while living in New Zealand, I headed with my elder brother over to Japan where our youngest brother was living for a while. The idea was to catch up with him and check out where he was living as well as get to see some…

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  8. August 15, 2005

    Slow Taxi

    Ciudad del Este Taxi needing some assistance.

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  9. August 12, 2005

    Time to Leave for Brazil

    Well, after all of the anticipation of hitch-hiking to Brazil which then changed to travelling all together in some dilapidated old van, we are back to the standard old method of climbing aboard a bus for the entire journey. I am sure that…

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  10. August 8, 2005

    The Bus That Broke

    For the first time in all of my crossings through Foz do Iguaçu, I stopped at the border crossing to get my passport stamped. Leaving the bus behind, as they do not wait for this process, I headed to immigration and filled out the…

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