<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754</id><updated>2012-01-19T20:50:47.197-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desestressando - Diário de Algumas Aventuras</title><subtitle type='html'>Sem tempo e com pouco dinheiro, mesmo assim procuro fazer o que gosto - viajar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8293708957784285889</id><published>2012-01-07T01:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T01:14:26.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelo Paso de Sico - Involuntariamente</title><content type='html'>Depois de esperar 2 dias em San Pedro do Atacama, com o Passo de Jama fechado pelas nevascas extemporanêas, resolvi (ou era única opção) ir pelo Paso de Sico, que também havia sido fechado mas tinha sido aberto ontem para veículos 4x4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hek3D1AlDfQ/Twe16LyazvI/AAAAAAAAY3Q/L7kUrwJAbgo/s1600/DSC02344+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hek3D1AlDfQ/Twe16LyazvI/AAAAAAAAY3Q/L7kUrwJAbgo/s400/DSC02344+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moto é 2x1, mas como estava com o Jesus Massao, de pickup (l200), combinamos de ir pelo Paso de Sicoe, caso a coisa ficasse preta (conforme notícias vinham) colocaria a moto na caçamba. Mas iria indo até onde desse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHkjglGGBmM/Twe2C0tVG4I/AAAAAAAAY3Y/qz94sxWUR3c/s1600/DSC02343+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHkjglGGBmM/Twe2C0tVG4I/AAAAAAAAY3Y/qz94sxWUR3c/s400/DSC02343+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei somente utilizando a pickup para colocar as malas na caçamba, aliviando o peso, e consegui (não sei como, e sem nenhum tombo ou compra de terreno) chegar em Salta para pernoitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-uhDaZNhzc/Twe2PgHLs_I/AAAAAAAAY3g/DZ9qgYKqP1g/s1600/DSC02309+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-uhDaZNhzc/Twe2PgHLs_I/AAAAAAAAY3g/DZ9qgYKqP1g/s400/DSC02309+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hnsWMu3nVqc/Twe2QfIqyoI/AAAAAAAAY3o/bIj1V9_317I/s1600/DSC02308+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hnsWMu3nVqc/Twe2QfIqyoI/AAAAAAAAY3o/bIj1V9_317I/s400/DSC02308+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Paso de Sico tinha ido fechado pelas chuvaradas, que maltrataram bastante a estrada. É só ver o estado em que minhas roupas e a moto ficaram. Aqueles famosos areiões viraram lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNBYdEYe6kE/Twe2dPfNlgI/AAAAAAAAY3w/n6aggaKtVyo/s1600/DSC02341+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNBYdEYe6kE/Twe2dPfNlgI/AAAAAAAAY3w/n6aggaKtVyo/s400/DSC02341+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm0hqjgDpKQ/Twe2dkCLP6I/AAAAAAAAY34/t61_HeJoRZY/s1600/DSC02316+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm0hqjgDpKQ/Twe2dkCLP6I/AAAAAAAAY34/t61_HeJoRZY/s400/DSC02316+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JDu1yYyEdg/Twe2dzKCjcI/AAAAAAAAY4A/MwEn_p64XSs/s1600/DSC02313+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JDu1yYyEdg/Twe2dzKCjcI/AAAAAAAAY4A/MwEn_p64XSs/s400/DSC02313+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2I2hsQDUPPc/Twe2ejGfouI/AAAAAAAAY4I/lcv2JgVEowo/s1600/DSC02346+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2I2hsQDUPPc/Twe2ejGfouI/AAAAAAAAY4I/lcv2JgVEowo/s400/DSC02346+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QY68GKl-mo/Twe2fYUt6LI/AAAAAAAAY4Q/IsOExH96lEE/s1600/DSC02340+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QY68GKl-mo/Twe2fYUt6LI/AAAAAAAAY4Q/IsOExH96lEE/s400/DSC02340+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Td8InTAcXB4/Twe2f9sX5KI/AAAAAAAAY4Y/fQztvpYeIQE/s1600/DSC02339+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Td8InTAcXB4/Twe2f9sX5KI/AAAAAAAAY4Y/fQztvpYeIQE/s400/DSC02339+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de Santo Antonio de Los Cobres a pista piorou, com intermináveis 20 km de barro. Antes era barro e pedra, aqui, só barro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hW73IATEPLk/Twe2-P4BhHI/AAAAAAAAY4g/quOhlV_wq4k/s1600/P1060662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hW73IATEPLk/Twe2-P4BhHI/AAAAAAAAY4g/quOhlV_wq4k/s400/P1060662.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm1wcafdDc8/Twe2-_GmGeI/AAAAAAAAY4o/vGqkJF4JEZY/s1600/P1060663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm1wcafdDc8/Twe2-_GmGeI/AAAAAAAAY4o/vGqkJF4JEZY/s400/P1060663.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho foi feito de moto por mim, pela Rubens, um paulista de XT660 com pneus off road mitas (ele duvidav que minha BMW adventure com pneus on road conseguisse chegar) e mais 4 alemães (em 3 GS800 e uma GS1200calçadas com MT60).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzXAXs3K5gI/Twe3Mf24abI/AAAAAAAAY4w/zjOzBEcNdXk/s1600/P1060645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzXAXs3K5gI/Twe3Mf24abI/AAAAAAAAY4w/zjOzBEcNdXk/s400/P1060645.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQYTeJTQd6o/Twe3NFCR4JI/AAAAAAAAY44/H0h33LdfHC0/s1600/P1060648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQYTeJTQd6o/Twe3NFCR4JI/AAAAAAAAY44/H0h33LdfHC0/s400/P1060648.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCicwo0HLp8/Twe3NlMzzGI/AAAAAAAAY5A/tUX-kHAvwjk/s1600/P1060651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCicwo0HLp8/Twe3NlMzzGI/AAAAAAAAY5A/tUX-kHAvwjk/s400/P1060651.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAZLj5ErxkM/Twe3OZYoogI/AAAAAAAAY5I/g9cUwXTTQNI/s1600/P1060652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAZLj5ErxkM/Twe3OZYoogI/AAAAAAAAY5I/g9cUwXTTQNI/s400/P1060652.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MR-J4gc5ggs/Twe3PAWOzKI/AAAAAAAAY5Q/M6TNWNo3f08/s1600/P1060654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MR-J4gc5ggs/Twe3PAWOzKI/AAAAAAAAY5Q/M6TNWNo3f08/s400/P1060654.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente eu era o único que não tinha os sapatos adequados na moto. Os alemães ficaram para trás e eu e o Rubens conseguimos chegar juntos a Salta. Já no asfalto a XT660 deu problema, apagava frequentemente. Era problema na batatinha do pézinho (e depois dizem que as BMW é que não aguentam o tranco - a XT660 tinha 7.000km).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdQXDE-8hUQ/Twe3it_xNeI/AAAAAAAAY5Y/x1b5Tf-PRp4/s1600/P1060658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdQXDE-8hUQ/Twe3it_xNeI/AAAAAAAAY5Y/x1b5Tf-PRp4/s400/P1060658.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIC52jryRMQ/Twe3jOF5ADI/AAAAAAAAY5g/1sAUkUuTRkQ/s1600/P1060659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIC52jryRMQ/Twe3jOF5ADI/AAAAAAAAY5g/1sAUkUuTRkQ/s400/P1060659.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbsoNmyG5DY/Twe3jlJJLXI/AAAAAAAAY5o/o4woNWW6vjk/s1600/P1060660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbsoNmyG5DY/Twe3jlJJLXI/AAAAAAAAY5o/o4woNWW6vjk/s400/P1060660.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do barro, das costeletas, pedras, etc... chegamos cansados mas inteiro a Salta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l9pJPeRjXCY/Twe3zi5YeeI/AAAAAAAAY5w/qfM4mxsKKw8/s1600/P1060661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l9pJPeRjXCY/Twe3zi5YeeI/AAAAAAAAY5w/qfM4mxsKKw8/s400/P1060661.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sorte e o acaso me proporcionaram encontrar com o Massao, do grupo V-Strom, em San Pedro e a companha dele e da esposa de pickup (me aliviando das malas) certamente foram decisivos para cruzar um Paso de Sico que ficou fechado 2 dias e que, com chuva, tornou seu translado uma aventura e tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Isso já era um prenúncio que nevou na cordilheira e o passo de Jama e Sico se manteriam fechados.&amp;nbsp;Os passos fecharam ontem e hoje pela manhã, até as 16:00hs, ficamos na expectativa (e fila) para abrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qIOR6__0Jvw/TwZA1_wIf3I/AAAAAAAAY14/ktUxEQNoFvw/s1600/P1050623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qIOR6__0Jvw/TwZA1_wIf3I/AAAAAAAAY14/ktUxEQNoFvw/s400/P1050623.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passo de Jama continuou fechado o dia inteiro. Dizem que são 40km num trecho com neve e gelo e acumulou muita coisa. Até o meio dia haviam limpado somente 5km e voltou a nevar a tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQt_7neP4Rw/TwZBBxg3fAI/AAAAAAAAY2E/ROulixIX7kY/s1600/P1050625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQt_7neP4Rw/TwZBBxg3fAI/AAAAAAAAY2E/ROulixIX7kY/s400/P1050625.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei uns paulistas de Jaú em V-Strons e uma GS. Resolveram descer pela chile e tentar o cristo redentor em santiago. Contudo, até o túnel cristo redentor fechou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98bAsLOt-ZY/TwZBQN4mekI/AAAAAAAAY2Q/Kt9lrZPA_Z4/s1600/paso+fechado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98bAsLOt-ZY/TwZBQN4mekI/AAAAAAAAY2Q/Kt9lrZPA_Z4/s400/paso+fechado.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tarde liberaram 4x4 pelo paso de sico. Moto e outros veículos nem pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos aguardando e vamos tentar de novo amanhã. Mas as expectativas não são animadoras. É só ver as fotos do céu do atacama as 20:00hs dessa noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cqP-p4a7Tms/TwZBljRNnTI/AAAAAAAAY2c/FzRrxcWIAUY/s1600/P1050628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cqP-p4a7Tms/TwZBljRNnTI/AAAAAAAAY2c/FzRrxcWIAUY/s400/P1050628.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGv0o2tPb0I/TwZBpEVXSQI/AAAAAAAAY2s/ovstHyrWa5s/s1600/P1050632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGv0o2tPb0I/TwZBpEVXSQI/AAAAAAAAY2s/ovstHyrWa5s/s400/P1050632.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TMJUNSNK8I/TwZBqdIzbpI/AAAAAAAAY20/5LFDRvhTerc/s1600/P1050633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TMJUNSNK8I/TwZBqdIzbpI/AAAAAAAAY20/5LFDRvhTerc/s400/P1050633.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTwQurAltxo/TwZBsmUZzxI/AAAAAAAAY28/AGuiYGYDatA/s1600/P1050635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTwQurAltxo/TwZBsmUZzxI/AAAAAAAAY28/AGuiYGYDatA/s400/P1050635.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei o dia batendo papo com outros motociclistas que estão retidos por aqui, a maioria de São Paulo. E, já que tamos batendo perna, ao menos o bate papo recheado de "schopp" tá fazendo efeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OOHC_ZdMDGw/TwZCFD9MI0I/AAAAAAAAY3I/d9orHg_t_gQ/s1600/P1050638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OOHC_ZdMDGw/TwZCFD9MI0I/AAAAAAAAY3I/d9orHg_t_gQ/s400/P1050638.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6369291908605952310?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6369291908605952310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6369291908605952310' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6369291908605952310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6369291908605952310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2012/01/paso-de-jama-e-de-sico-fechados-um-dia.html' title='Paso de Jama e de Sico fechados - um dia em SP do Atacama'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qIOR6__0Jvw/TwZA1_wIf3I/AAAAAAAAY14/ktUxEQNoFvw/s72-c/P1050623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-1386015064821326199</id><published>2012-01-04T22:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:52:21.160-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De Copiapó a San Pedro do Atacama - Cruzando o Salar</title><content type='html'>Saí de Copiapó pela manhã com o objetivo de passar pela Mão no Deserto e tirar umas fotos (já passei por lá de moto e de carro e nunca parei).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuoRE7Z8ZlE/TwTpxpPvIvI/AAAAAAAAYx4/AcBSuD6Bhu8/s1600/P1040563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuoRE7Z8ZlE/TwTpxpPvIvI/AAAAAAAAYx4/AcBSuD6Bhu8/s400/P1040563.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O monumento não é novo, é de 1994, e está todo pichado, encravado no meio do nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMat6j2s6-4/TwTqNEJMS7I/AAAAAAAAYyE/ofkEL0ELQwI/s1600/P1040565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMat6j2s6-4/TwTqNEJMS7I/AAAAAAAAYyE/ofkEL0ELQwI/s400/P1040565.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=5795231601943488754" name="_MailEndCompose"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As coordenadas do Google é-24.158332,-70.156543&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XR4SoWZFGOs/TwTqmYnDWMI/AAAAAAAAYyQ/80BW8KBePvY/s1600/P1040568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XR4SoWZFGOs/TwTqmYnDWMI/AAAAAAAAYyQ/80BW8KBePvY/s400/P1040568.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=5795231601943488754" name="_MailEndCompose"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #454545; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;NoGPS da Garmin a coordenada é S24 9.500 W70 9.393&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #454545; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ojfx8mrUTp0/TwTrSJBeACI/AAAAAAAAYyk/NoWgFC8Dgvc/s1600/P1040575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ojfx8mrUTp0/TwTrSJBeACI/AAAAAAAAYyk/NoWgFC8Dgvc/s400/P1040575.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbZ4iCdGx1c/TwTrGMQ2i5I/AAAAAAAAYyc/DJsTWsqUpe8/s1600/P1040573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbZ4iCdGx1c/TwTrGMQ2i5I/AAAAAAAAYyc/DJsTWsqUpe8/s400/P1040573.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Depois tinha me programado para ir a San Pedro do Atacama (SPA). Poderia ir rodando pelo asfalto ou pegar um trecho misto, cortando o salar. Apesar de estar rodando sozinho, conversei com uns caminhoneiros que me deram segurança para ir cortando o salar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LBLKvAiJ7-A/TwTs44Ae-bI/AAAAAAAAYyw/zB3i9NEGcoE/s1600/040112+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LBLKvAiJ7-A/TwTs44Ae-bI/AAAAAAAAYyw/zB3i9NEGcoE/s400/040112+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ep7xUG5EnHw/TwTtEKX8xjI/AAAAAAAAYy8/AIlIYv25YtY/s1600/image0005+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ep7xUG5EnHw/TwTtEKX8xjI/AAAAAAAAYy8/AIlIYv25YtY/s400/image0005+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9KhS9MYZhQ/TwTtHXfYJzI/AAAAAAAAYzE/Xqvqa7d2UWE/s1600/image0004+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9KhS9MYZhQ/TwTtHXfYJzI/AAAAAAAAYzE/Xqvqa7d2UWE/s400/image0004+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Parte do pista é formado por um betume, terra e sal, meio riscado para aderência, mas onde se consegue desenvolver velocidades até razoáveis, tais como asfalto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtcbCwBs1u8/TwTtwEV2dbI/AAAAAAAAYzQ/qwU7JFqUDzc/s1600/P1040550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtcbCwBs1u8/TwTtwEV2dbI/AAAAAAAAYzQ/qwU7JFqUDzc/s400/P1040550.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2cK-MBKYvA/TwTt1xMMa6I/AAAAAAAAYzY/j63QtvDlQFo/s1600/P1040554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2cK-MBKYvA/TwTt1xMMa6I/AAAAAAAAYzY/j63QtvDlQFo/s400/P1040554.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hiuzFAXn8fw/TwTuKmEoZ9I/AAAAAAAAYzk/gbbbNXxqYzM/s1600/P1040577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hiuzFAXn8fw/TwTuKmEoZ9I/AAAAAAAAYzk/gbbbNXxqYzM/s400/P1040577.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88NxkojbQR4/TwTuZYNDNOI/AAAAAAAAYzw/eS9N1Yiv-BA/s1600/P1040586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88NxkojbQR4/TwTuZYNDNOI/AAAAAAAAYzw/eS9N1Yiv-BA/s400/P1040586.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;A outra metade é um misto de terra e sal. Fica um tapete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1TS_gyv_sVo/TwTulBc8wDI/AAAAAAAAYz8/6GcQ9fPxaZc/s1600/P1040590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1TS_gyv_sVo/TwTulBc8wDI/AAAAAAAAYz8/6GcQ9fPxaZc/s400/P1040590.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;O problema é que chove muito raramente no atacama, Eu tive a sorte de pegar um caldo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnSpcZgcREE/TwTu42kppNI/AAAAAAAAY0I/dey15uYi0_s/s1600/P1040593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnSpcZgcREE/TwTu42kppNI/AAAAAAAAY0I/dey15uYi0_s/s400/P1040593.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Parte do antes piso seguro ficou um sabão. Mas fora o sufoco, cheguei num SP do Atacama molhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s0eYJFjtubs/TwTvSNM_rxI/AAAAAAAAY0U/cTWTGHa8zfU/s1600/P1040601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s0eYJFjtubs/TwTvSNM_rxI/AAAAAAAAY0U/cTWTGHa8zfU/s400/P1040601.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnGe5q-K6Zg/TwTvVMZrE-I/AAAAAAAAY0c/tirTbQYRmZM/s1600/P1040614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnGe5q-K6Zg/TwTvVMZrE-I/AAAAAAAAY0c/tirTbQYRmZM/s400/P1040614.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HP1X9b3e02o/TwTvZ2zjpoI/AAAAAAAAY0k/HsVX6AUmMkY/s1600/P1040616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HP1X9b3e02o/TwTvZ2zjpoI/AAAAAAAAY0k/HsVX6AUmMkY/s400/P1040616.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Após um banho no modesto, mas limpo e confortável hotel, fui comer um lomo com 2 litros de schopp no restaurante da Plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oH2t42a4KQ/TwTxlZd6o2I/AAAAAAAAY1E/0O2hcWvHX2o/s1600/P1040606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oH2t42a4KQ/TwTxlZd6o2I/AAAAAAAAY1E/0O2hcWvHX2o/s400/P1040606.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFng_m3F4cw/TwTv_n1VhXI/AAAAAAAAY0w/RLaz1Cw5FUk/s1600/P1040610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFng_m3F4cw/TwTv_n1VhXI/AAAAAAAAY0w/RLaz1Cw5FUk/s400/P1040610.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbO3YOz-vtI/TwTwDER717I/AAAAAAAAY04/RCZt80pRZGo/s1600/P1040611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbO3YOz-vtI/TwTwDER717I/AAAAAAAAY04/RCZt80pRZGo/s400/P1040611.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sobre a Chuva no ATACAMA: é considerado o deserto mais seco do mundo. Todavia, no começo de 2011 já choveu muito, provocando calamidades em San Pedro do Atacama (casas são de barro, não foram feitas para suportar chuvas). Assim, o lugar está recebendo no últimos anos chuvas em quantidade significativa e talvez venha a perder a pecha do lugar mais árido do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 19px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Curiosidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.6em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0.17em; padding-top: 0.5em; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;O deserto de Atacama é olugar na Terra que passou mais tempo sem presenciar chuvas, sendo registrados1400 anos sem indícios de chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;É considerado o deserto maisalto e árido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Apesar de não haver chuvas équase comum nevar em partes da região perto dos vulcões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;O Deserto de Atacama pode sercomparado com algumas cidades em certas épocas como Brasília nos períodos deJunho a Setembro por ter umidade relativa do ar com uma média de 5%,e com poucaprecipitação , pela causa da umidade do ar ficar mais baixa que o deserto mas atemperatura menor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Este deserto é o palco doclímax do filme Quantum of Solace, no eco - hotel Perla de las Dunas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-1386015064821326199?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/1386015064821326199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=1386015064821326199' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/1386015064821326199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/1386015064821326199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2012/01/de-copiapo-san-pedro-do-atacama.html' title='De Copiapó a San Pedro do Atacama - Cruzando o Salar'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuoRE7Z8ZlE/TwTpxpPvIvI/AAAAAAAAYx4/AcBSuD6Bhu8/s72-c/P1040563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-2616598072456575544</id><published>2012-01-04T01:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T01:19:53.584-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro com Jesus no Atacama</title><content type='html'>Enquanto editava o outro post, um chato batia na porta do hostal.&lt;br /&gt;Terminei de editar e atendo a porta, de cuecas, e não é que é o Jesus de Nazaré Paulista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-Mgqg1ezYE/TwUWUvTgkUI/AAAAAAAAY1U/-abLKGy8I7c/s1600/P1040618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-Mgqg1ezYE/TwUWUvTgkUI/AAAAAAAAY1U/-abLKGy8I7c/s320/P1040618.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velho companheiro do grupo V-Strom, chovendo, no Atacama e o cara consegue me encontrar num hostel no fim do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qarg9jFdgI/TwUWerh9g8I/AAAAAAAAY1g/81IkXA2H5Dk/s1600/P1040621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qarg9jFdgI/TwUWerh9g8I/AAAAAAAAY1g/81IkXA2H5Dk/s320/P1040621.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Jesus é a turma dos to-a-toa, ou seja, jubilados e tinha cruzado hoje a tarde o passo de sico com a esposa (de caminhonete). Confirmou que nevou por lá e que a estrada estava difícil.&lt;br /&gt;Acabei os acompanhando na janta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkNFrrWLtJw/TwUWo3aB52I/AAAAAAAAY1s/miDXwvIRCjU/s1600/P1040622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkNFrrWLtJw/TwUWo3aB52I/AAAAAAAAY1s/miDXwvIRCjU/s320/P1040622.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-2616598072456575544?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/2616598072456575544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=2616598072456575544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/2616598072456575544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/2616598072456575544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2012/01/encontro-com-jesus-no-atacama.html' title='Encontro com Jesus no Atacama'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-Mgqg1ezYE/TwUWUvTgkUI/AAAAAAAAY1U/-abLKGy8I7c/s72-c/P1040618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8501824531185572513</id><published>2012-01-01T13:35:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:09:49.426-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo em casa - moto no meio do caminho</title><content type='html'>Passei um tempo sem atualizar o blog e vi com.o se perdem memórias importantes. Do dia 27 de dezembro até 31 fui de Porto Alegre a Santiago no Chile, por um caminho que já fiz de moto em 2004 ou 2005 com o Spadoni e Renato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LD1WBqjUJAQ/TwB-0L4LZDI/AAAAAAAAYtw/UVqJz-i5WTE/s1600/tela+spot+01012012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LD1WBqjUJAQ/TwB-0L4LZDI/AAAAAAAAYtw/UVqJz-i5WTE/s400/tela+spot+01012012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei de avião para o ano novo em casa (voo direto da Gol e passagens adquiridas com relativamente pouca milhagem). Dia 02 retorno a Santiago e retomo minha ida provavelmente em direção ao norte, pegando, ou tentando pegar, parte do Dakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levei 3 dias para chegar em Santiago, uma Argentina onde a temperatura pelo painel da moto marcou mais de 43 graus. A volta de avião é 2:30h, mas a espera em aeroporto é complicada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8501824531185572513?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8501824531185572513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8501824531185572513' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8501824531185572513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8501824531185572513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2012/01/ano-novo-em-casa-moto-no-meio-do.html' title='Ano Novo em casa - moto no meio do caminho'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LD1WBqjUJAQ/TwB-0L4LZDI/AAAAAAAAYtw/UVqJz-i5WTE/s72-c/tela+spot+01012012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-7608506652706339439</id><published>2011-12-30T15:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:43:18.565-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mendoza a Santiago do Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbgSyU_aUhQ/TwCY4hytUlI/AAAAAAAAYwM/Sv8bJt22k1s/s1600/PC290491+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbgSyU_aUhQ/TwCY4hytUlI/AAAAAAAAYwM/Sv8bJt22k1s/s400/PC290491+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passar por puente de inca, a visão do Aconcágua ou o túnel Cristo Redentor &amp;nbsp;e os caracoles é sempre bom. Já passei algumas vezes por esse trecho, de carro ou moto, mas já fazia uns 3 anos (acho) que não passava aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKu4z3sSEu0/TwCZELJ16KI/AAAAAAAAYwY/y82WBUf3-Js/s1600/PC290498+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKu4z3sSEu0/TwCZELJ16KI/AAAAAAAAYwY/y82WBUf3-Js/s400/PC290498+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em puente del inca parei para tomar um refrigerante. Encontrei o Paulo de Caçador-SC que estava numa buell (sem pézinho) com a esposa e um casal em uma harley electra ultra glide fazendo um tour pelo chile (iriam sbir pelo atacama) O filho estava numa pickup pequena de carro de apoio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9d2QHiIoV4/TwCZRFcogfI/AAAAAAAAYwk/xxug0GLVyKo/s1600/PC290496+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9d2QHiIoV4/TwCZRFcogfI/AAAAAAAAYwk/xxug0GLVyKo/s400/PC290496+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mais adiante parei para ver o Aconcágua. Mas de longe, não se tem idéia a verdadeira dimensão do pico nevado mais elevado das Américas, com quase 7.000 metros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LackEfHrNjI/TwCa5eCvTAI/AAAAAAAAYxg/Ib0MgmpCAlg/s1600/PC290501+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LackEfHrNjI/TwCa5eCvTAI/AAAAAAAAYxg/Ib0MgmpCAlg/s400/PC290501+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil mesmo foi a espera na aduana chilena, uma fila de cerca de 2 horas (finais de ano é sempre assim). O "problema" vale pelo bate papo e encontro com alguns conhecidos (aquela turma de Caçador-SC) ou mesmo um outro casal numa Aprila (ela Argentina, ele paulista, trabalhando em buenos aires - estavam indo para a carretera austral).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3eidcQp9F0/TwCZuOIf3-I/AAAAAAAAYw8/GVpqiBPbGFE/s1600/PC290505+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3eidcQp9F0/TwCZuOIf3-I/AAAAAAAAYw8/GVpqiBPbGFE/s400/PC290505+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8w8P9aLFzU/TwCZj4XhDJI/AAAAAAAAYww/bq22sokIj7k/s1600/PC290509+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8w8P9aLFzU/TwCZj4XhDJI/AAAAAAAAYww/bq22sokIj7k/s400/PC290509+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5X_0m_ClrA/TwCZ9RFkmeI/AAAAAAAAYxI/bDrNutQGl6g/s1600/PC290508+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5X_0m_ClrA/TwCZ9RFkmeI/AAAAAAAAYxI/bDrNutQGl6g/s400/PC290508+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83-QP9qjMaA/TwCaLfoCPiI/AAAAAAAAYxU/uV_3uSxbMqw/s1600/PC290511+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83-QP9qjMaA/TwCaLfoCPiI/AAAAAAAAYxU/uV_3uSxbMqw/s400/PC290511+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Em Santiago aproveitei para largar a moto na BMW para a revisão de 20.000km ou ao menos trocar o óleo (final de ano é complicado).Mas fui muito bem recebido, deixei a moto lá, enquanto pego voo para passar o ano novo em Porto Alegre, retornando no dia 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpepMDAklVk/TwCbFDff4BI/AAAAAAAAYxs/NxXo_VYV9jM/s1600/PC300514+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpepMDAklVk/TwCbFDff4BI/AAAAAAAAYxs/NxXo_VYV9jM/s400/PC300514+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-7608506652706339439?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/7608506652706339439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=7608506652706339439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7608506652706339439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7608506652706339439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2011/12/mendoza-santiago-do-chile.html' title='Mendoza a Santiago do Chile'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbgSyU_aUhQ/TwCY4hytUlI/AAAAAAAAYwM/Sv8bJt22k1s/s72-c/PC290491+%2528Medium%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-3841276701602410771</id><published>2011-12-28T15:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:21:45.582-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Fé a Mendoza</title><content type='html'>Quando viemos em 2005 por esse mesmo roteiro, o calor entre Córdoba e Mendoza foi insuportável. Era Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-komii0qKduQ/TwCUNnIWBTI/AAAAAAAAYvE/OLuxBR9gHd0/s1600/PC280469+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-komii0qKduQ/TwCUNnIWBTI/AAAAAAAAYvE/OLuxBR9gHd0/s400/PC280469+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, peguei a mesma "onda" de calor, pois o marcador do painel da moto chegou a marcar 43 graus no asfalto. O vento que vinha do asfalto era quente. Como sempre, procurei acordar cedo em Santa Fé, pois rodar pela manhã é menos quente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kCDbSGkpJQ/TwCU1mL0o1I/AAAAAAAAYvQ/fNR7XwwnnCE/s1600/PC280473+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kCDbSGkpJQ/TwCU1mL0o1I/AAAAAAAAYvQ/fNR7XwwnnCE/s400/PC280473+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao meio dia parei por 2 horas em um posto, com ar condicionado em Vila Maria. Aproveitei par acessar o booking.com (a maioria dos postos Ypf tem wifi free) e marcar o hotel para noite em Mendoza, o The Modern (&lt;a href="http://www.the-mod.com/pt/"&gt;http://www.the-mod.com/pt/&lt;/a&gt;) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qg-tg31S2s8/TwCVBPgu1DI/AAAAAAAAYvc/bgGo03_U5fs/s1600/PC280475+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qg-tg31S2s8/TwCVBPgu1DI/AAAAAAAAYvc/bgGo03_U5fs/s400/PC280475+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cidades grandes ou turísticas sempre procuro hotel pelo booking.com, evitando ter que perambular por hotéis ou pegar a "tarifa de balcão". &amp;nbsp;No posto encontrei dois casais de curitiba, em 2 carros diferentes, que se encontraram pelo caminho e seguiriam viagem juntos. Casualmente, estavam no mesmo hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite peguei a dica de ir jantar no 8 cepas. Fui a pé a partir do hotel. Preço e comida bons. Queria pegar a dica de ir no Don Mário, mas ficava muito afastado da cidade e não estava afim de pegar táxi ou subir na moto de novo, a noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0dP65TsN1Q/TwCVNhvlEvI/AAAAAAAAYvo/Y1GYlZNM59E/s1600/PC280486+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0dP65TsN1Q/TwCVNhvlEvI/AAAAAAAAYvo/Y1GYlZNM59E/s400/PC280486+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4mq5rovCNE/TwCVYoZFH7I/AAAAAAAAYv0/fCR0ML3pSt8/s1600/PC280482+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4mq5rovCNE/TwCVYoZFH7I/AAAAAAAAYv0/fCR0ML3pSt8/s400/PC280482+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A única ressalva fica por conta de acabar as Quilmes geladas e ter que tomar Heineken. E não me venham falar em vinhos de Mendoza (que conheço, bebo e gosto) mas com 38 graus, não tem como.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BD5u90KAT5w/TwCVh3e64sI/AAAAAAAAYwA/_0Plou8xTbk/s1600/PC280485+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BD5u90KAT5w/TwCVh3e64sI/AAAAAAAAYwA/_0Plou8xTbk/s400/PC280485+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-3841276701602410771?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/3841276701602410771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=3841276701602410771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3841276701602410771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3841276701602410771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2011/12/santa-fe-mendoza.html' title='Santa Fé a Mendoza'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-komii0qKduQ/TwCUNnIWBTI/AAAAAAAAYvE/OLuxBR9gHd0/s72-c/PC280469+%2528Medium%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4385185293712864595</id><published>2011-12-27T14:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:01:53.766-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porto Alegre - Uruguaiana - Santa Fé</title><content type='html'>Dia 26 retornei de Gravatal e decidi pousar em Porto Alegre. Parti dia 27, cedo, com a idéia de pousar em Santa Fé, o que acabou ocorrendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fiz seguro carta-verde antecipadamente. Geralmente faço carta-verde com o Barão (www.baraoseguros.com.br) porque cruzo a fronteira no final de semana. Como iria cruzar em dia de semana e horário comercial, por Uruguaiana, fiz no Paulo Michelena (já havia feito uma vez &amp;nbsp;- ele até deixou na recepção de um hotel pois fiz o doc para ele antes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CrVN9MrokXE/TwCKCDIurEI/AAAAAAAAYt8/7XQTebcDKDM/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CrVN9MrokXE/TwCKCDIurEI/AAAAAAAAYt8/7XQTebcDKDM/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez cheguei em Uruguaiana antes das 13:00hs, mas por lá a turma fecha de meio dia e abre somente as 14hs.&amp;nbsp;Enquanto esperava o Paulo abrir, veio um camarada me avisar que na Argentina o seguro carta-verde era a metade do preço. Também sabia disso. Só que pelo fuso horário e a "ciesta" dos hermanos, só abriria as 16 horas por lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rcCQSQ0Ax4/TwCK_De5NXI/AAAAAAAAYuQ/t0pjTMOACm4/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rcCQSQ0Ax4/TwCK_De5NXI/AAAAAAAAYuQ/t0pjTMOACm4/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seguro carta-verde de moto, para 15 dias, custou R$ 100,16. Os dados do Paulo para contato são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Av. Presidente Vargas, 3390, Uruguaiana - RS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fones: 55 3412.2187 / 55 9979-6916&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pauloemplacamentos@pauloemplacamentos.com.br&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei fazendo o câmbio de reais por pesos argentinos na própria imigração (tem uma casa bem organizada por lá). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ielGgYDvU4w/TwCNkfgBgyI/AAAAAAAAYuc/GzQT6d_D6Do/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ielGgYDvU4w/TwCNkfgBgyI/AAAAAAAAYuc/GzQT6d_D6Do/s640/IMG_0146.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada cruzei com 3 motociclistas de Porto Alegre (2 super-tenere antigas e uma xt660). Acabei por ver, no dia seguinte, que nos hospedamos no mesmo hotel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elconquistador.com.ar/contenidos/portada-leng-po/portugues.html"&gt;http://www.elconquistador.com.ar/contenidos/portada-leng-po/portugues.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel El Conquistador - Santa Fé - 250 pesos o quarto, duplo ou triplo (azar o meu, estava sozinho), o que equivale a R$ 100,00 - bom preço. Foi pago em espécie, pois se no cartão seriam 350 pesos (só o IVA - imposto argentino é de 21%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CX0cy7tnK70/TwCRaeK5SCI/AAAAAAAAYu4/_7L_XUkOHbI/s1600/spot+271212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CX0cy7tnK70/TwCRaeK5SCI/AAAAAAAAYu4/_7L_XUkOHbI/s640/spot+271212.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UF9aPL20_7w/TwCQGbHNVUI/AAAAAAAAYus/UJzxbMQsMok/s1600/PC280468+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UF9aPL20_7w/TwCQGbHNVUI/AAAAAAAAYus/UJzxbMQsMok/s400/PC280468+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-4385185293712864595?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/4385185293712864595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=4385185293712864595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4385185293712864595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4385185293712864595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2011/12/porto-alegre-uruguaiana-santa-fe.html' title='Porto Alegre - Uruguaiana - Santa Fé'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CrVN9MrokXE/TwCKCDIurEI/AAAAAAAAYt8/7XQTebcDKDM/s72-c/IMG_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-7282939915547333350</id><published>2011-05-14T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:10:34.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle e Canadá - Columbia Britânica e Alberta</title><content type='html'>De conversas de postos de gasolina nascem grandes projetos de viagem. Assim como ocorre nos grupos de discussão na internet. Procuro sempre escrever as viagens que fiz e incentivo outros a fazerem o mesmo, pois este é um combustível essencial para que tantos outros façam o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi por junho do ano passado que eu e o Natálio (Vento Negro) encontramos em um sábado luminoso e frio com o pessoal do Guaipeca Bikers no posto de gasolina do Laçador, em Porto Alegre. Papo vai, papo vem, relatavam eles, entusiasmados, uma viagem feita para as rochosas do Canadá, em maio daquele ano. (&lt;a href="http://www.guaipecabikers.com.br/"&gt;http://www.guaipecabikers.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lDt0HJx4y4/Tc8ky3bcMlI/AAAAAAAAVmI/HfY3G2BVs6M/s1600/mapa+canada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lDt0HJx4y4/Tc8ky3bcMlI/AAAAAAAAVmI/HfY3G2BVs6M/s400/mapa+canada.jpg" width="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achamos uma excelente idéia e na mesma hora dissemos que iríamos (em roda de cerveja, então, já disse que ia para tanto lugar que teria dado a volta no globo terrestre umas 400 vezes, mas os sonhos e vontades são infinitamente maiores que as possibilidades). Mas não é que o projeto evoluiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por persistência e dedicação do Natálio, estou embarcando com ele, o Renato e mais outros 8 integrantes do Vento Negro para Seattle e região da Columbia Britânica e Alberta no Canadá em 19 de maio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso roteiro básico é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv72198719msonormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1330974948"&gt; 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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=Whistler,+BC,+Canada&amp;amp;daddr=Kamloops,+BC,+Canada&amp;amp;geocode=FUi2_AIdwcmr-CmHe5UDsjyHVDH2z_V16EG3Sg%3BFY9BBQMdn77T-CkxOw090yx-UzHnRWmaqpY-0g&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=49.08466,-121.70105&amp;amp;sspn=2.716257,7.113647&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=9"&gt;Whistler – Kamloops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv72198719msonormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=Clearwater,+BC,+Canada&amp;amp;daddr=Jasper,+AB,+Canada&amp;amp;geocode=Fbn6EwMdb4fY-Cm1V4Qt29uBUzEx1BOrQTSImw%3BFa3fJgMd6ED2-CkpPlVoCCuDUzGCKBkLvQIgHw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=51.163844,-120.18219&amp;amp;sspn=1.30038,3.556824&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=8"&gt;Clearwater – Jasper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv72198719msonormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1330974968"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=Jasper,+AB,+Canada&amp;amp;daddr=Banff,+AB,+Canada&amp;amp;geocode=Fa3fJgMd6ED2-CkpPlVoCCuDUzGCKBkLvQIgHw%3BFUjqDAMdGIMc-Sn9SgyRRcpwUzFjlKzavq6vyg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=52.30899,-119.053175&amp;amp;sspn=2.535768,7.113647&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=52.032218,-116.834106&amp;amp;spn=2.551557,7.113647&amp;amp;z=8"&gt;Jasper&amp;nbsp; - Banff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv72198719msonormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1330974972"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=Banff,+AB,+Canada&amp;amp;daddr=Calgary,+AB,+Canada&amp;amp;geocode=FUjqDAMdGIMc-Sn9SgyRRcpwUzFjlKzavq6vyg%3BFYjiCgMd-p8z-SnVP4SfA3BxUzE6tlK2sTttJg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=52.032218,-116.834106&amp;amp;sspn=2.551557,7.113647&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;Banff – Calgary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv72198719msonormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=Calgary,+AB,+Canada&amp;amp;daddr=Kelowna,+BC,+Canada&amp;amp;geocode=FYjiCgMd-p8z-SnVP4SfA3BxUzE6tlK2sTttJg%3BFWkb-QId51fh-CmzMMfjtox9UzH3xLTaPeX4Tg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=51.123695,-114.819935&amp;amp;sspn=0.650761,1.778412&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=8"&gt;Calgary – Kelowna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv72198719msonormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1330974980"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=Kelowna,+BC,+Canada&amp;amp;daddr=Osoyoos,+BC,+Canada&amp;amp;geocode=FWkb-QId51fh-CmzMMfjtox9UzH3xLTaPeX4Tg%3BFSwp7AIdLhvh-ClnHWViscWCVDHMD3tUbZg4kQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=50.69607,-116.749075&amp;amp;sspn=2.627157,7.113647&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=9"&gt;Kelowna – Osoyoos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv72198719msonormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=Osoyoos,+BC,+Canada&amp;amp;daddr=Seattle,+WA,+USA&amp;amp;geocode=FSwp7AIdLhvh-ClnHWViscWCVDHMD3tUbZg4kQ%3BFcJp1gIdWVy1-ClVM-iTLBCQVDGa1URpRmUlEA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=49.45844,-119.60884&amp;amp;sspn=1.34785,3.556824&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=8"&gt;Osoyoos - Seattle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grupo fica 15 dias, eu fico 4 dias menos (é, ainda dependo do trabalho para comer - já sei que alguns vão dizer que como demais... heheeh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alugamos nossas motos na Eagle Riders, perto do aeroporto de Tacoma - Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eaglerider.com/seattle/seattle.aspx"&gt;http://www.eaglerider.com/seattle/seattle.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Como o grupo é grande conseguimos um desconto de 10% nas diárias de locação. Aluguei uma GoldWing da Honda (tá certo, é um caminhão, mas possivelmente nunca comprarei uma no Brasil, então tenho de&amp;nbsp;experimentar&amp;nbsp;antes de desdenhar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ficaremos 2 dias em Seattle para passeio, pois dizem ser uma cidade instigante, terra da Boing. O roteiro para Vancouver, Canadá, ao invés da tradicional ruta, passa por ilhas e balsa.&amp;nbsp;Em vez de irmos direto de Seattle para Vancouver no domingo ( distancia de 224 km), quando retiramos as motos da EAGLE, faríamos uma volta passando por TACOMA e indo até o porto de Kingston( distancia de 140 km) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;daí pegamos um barco no porto de Kingston até Edmonds ( trinta minutos de travessia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wsdot.wa.gov/ferries/Schedule/ScheduleDetail.aspx?departingterm=8&amp;amp;arrivingterm=12&amp;amp;roundtrip=true"&gt;http://www.wsdot.wa.gov/ferries/Schedule/ScheduleDetail.aspx?departingterm=8&amp;amp;arrivingterm=12&amp;amp;roundtrip=true&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=Seattle,+WA,+USA&amp;amp;daddr=Tacoma,+Washington,+Estados+Unidos+to:Port+of+Kingston,+Washington+Boulevard+Northeast,+Kingston,+WA,+United+States&amp;amp;geocode=FcJp1gIdWVy1-ClVM-iTLBCQVDGa1URpRmUlEA%3BFY0F0QId_aWz-ClnlWUr7lSQVDGCnrDrB5whYg%3BFYhU2QIdfdey-CFydYycbtTSACnrZSjuExmQVDFiUE2ry5dhiQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=47.421105,-122.35423&amp;amp;sspn=0.69503,1.778412&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=47.535747,-122.104797&amp;amp;spn=0.623967,1.454315&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;Roteiro de Seattle a Vancouver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqwCffnMLUk/Tc8kWp5A3uI/AAAAAAAAVmE/1vyimmL_RUY/s1600/roteiro+seattle+vancouver.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqwCffnMLUk/Tc8kWp5A3uI/AAAAAAAAVmE/1vyimmL_RUY/s400/roteiro+seattle+vancouver.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-7282939915547333350?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/7282939915547333350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=7282939915547333350' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7282939915547333350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7282939915547333350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2011/05/seattle-e-canada-columbia-britanica-e.html' title='Seattle e Canadá - Columbia Britânica e Alberta'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lDt0HJx4y4/Tc8ky3bcMlI/AAAAAAAAVmI/HfY3G2BVs6M/s72-c/mapa+canada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-5573175460350332557</id><published>2011-04-03T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:42:30.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando a Bom Jesus... e além...</title><content type='html'>Tenho atualizado meu blog muito pouco. As viagens são muitas, mas o tempo é pouco. Estou começando a dar razão para aquela turma em que o negócio é e divertir mais e escrever menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYdqX4D6vvM/TZjXxsezilI/AAAAAAAAVcc/MMF8-t2BmtQ/s1600/SJAusentes+%252822%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYdqX4D6vvM/TZjXxsezilI/AAAAAAAAVcc/MMF8-t2BmtQ/s400/SJAusentes+%252822%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em agosto de 2010 saímos em uma turma grande do Maxitrail em direção a Bom Jesus. Com um bom trecho ainda sem asfalto, alguns contratempos impediram que chegássemos ao destino (conforme comentamos em &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.desventuras.org/2010/08/quase-chegamos-em-bom-jesus.html"&gt;http://www.desventuras.org/2010/08/quase-chegamos-em-bom-jesus.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse final de semana o CP lançou um desafio para a turma do Maxitrail ir até Ametista do Sul, pousando por lá em um dos poucos hotéis temáticos do brasil (&lt;a href="http://www.hoteldaspedras.com.br/"&gt;http://www.hoteldaspedras.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;). Até me sujeitei a comprar ingresso de camarote para o Show do Robin Gibb (lembra do Bee Gees... não gosta? nem eu) para ir no "pepsi on stage" dia 07 de abril para ganhar a "alforria" &amp;nbsp;do final de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDXGoSm5krY/TZjZTvofMeI/AAAAAAAAVdI/zBDrkEEdsi4/s1600/SJAusentes+%252814%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDXGoSm5krY/TZjZTvofMeI/AAAAAAAAVdI/zBDrkEEdsi4/s400/SJAusentes+%252814%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a proposta não rendeu no grupo. A maioria é "casada", com ambos os sexos, e outros com filhos novos (já passei por isso) e dormir fora de casa é um problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabamos optando por fazer um " bate-e-volta" &amp;nbsp;a Bom Jesus, na Serra, "terminando" &amp;nbsp;a viagem começada em agosto do ano passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia de sábado amanheceu modorrento, com aquela cara de que uma chuva vai desabar a qualquer momento. Mas como o que é combinado, combinado está, acabei indo encontrar com o CP no posto na nos dirigirmos a São Francico de Paula, para lá nos encontrarmos com o Xispa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx7JNtjMWRQ/TZjXoKQjhSI/AAAAAAAAVcY/V46L9OjsVV0/s1600/SJAusentes+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx7JNtjMWRQ/TZjXoKQjhSI/AAAAAAAAVcY/V46L9OjsVV0/s400/SJAusentes+%25285%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegamos a pista molhada e escorregadia na subida de Taquara para a São Francico. Ao encontrarmos o Xispa estávamos sujos e molhados (depois de 3 anos havia mandado lavar meu conjunto (jaqueta e calça) TrailGuard.... 60 mangos jogados fora). Já o Xispa nos aguardava com conjunto para chuva, pois, segundo ele, pegou chuva pesada entre Gramado e São Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já havia feito uma promessa de que só voltaria a vestir uma capa de chuva na moto quando pegasse um "aguacero do cão", pois cansei de vestir roupa de chuva, andar 200km e não cair um pingo d´água. Mas como o CP também foi vestir a dele acabei me rendendo a maioria, pois não iria fazer os colegas pararem para mim vestir a roupa no meio do caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sabem o que aconteceu né! Viajamos cerca de 150km até Bom Jesus, esquentou, e nadica de nada de água. Chegamos na cidade com uns 20 graus de temperatura, mas suando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfqp566y0xU/TZjYhamEMHI/AAAAAAAAVc8/YklNrINroT4/s1600/SJAusentes+%252845%2529+%2528Copiar%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfqp566y0xU/TZjYhamEMHI/AAAAAAAAVc8/YklNrINroT4/s320/SJAusentes+%252845%2529+%2528Copiar%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como toda cidade do interior do RS, o local é pacato e agradável. Tiramos foto na igreja, batemos papo com alguns "nativos" e fomos almoçar um buffe espartano no Kaskata (auxiliando minha dieta... todo gordo sempre está de dieta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vgYc0UmLYc/TZjYdP_ExvI/AAAAAAAAVc0/_VWIYTQxns4/s1600/SJAusentes+%252831%2529+%2528Copiar%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vgYc0UmLYc/TZjYdP_ExvI/AAAAAAAAVc0/_VWIYTQxns4/s320/SJAusentes+%252831%2529+%2528Copiar%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O asfalto "quase" &amp;nbsp;chegou em Bom Jesus, pois pegamos uns 2km de pedras, mas nada que atrapalhasse se cruzar de moto, mesmo com chuva. Soubemos que dali até São José dos Ausentes (cidade mais fria do RS) também estava asfaltado. Almoçamos e decidimos ir conhecer, pois nem eu, nem o CP a conhecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KzP0eR1v8A/TZjYfJQ4IQI/AAAAAAAAVc4/u-VFVxYTQD8/s1600/SJAusentes+%252842%2529+%2528Copiar%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KzP0eR1v8A/TZjYfJQ4IQI/AAAAAAAAVc4/u-VFVxYTQD8/s400/SJAusentes+%252842%2529+%2528Copiar%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxuw041NBaQ/TZjYlGRyPsI/AAAAAAAAVdE/Pr2dB5r47TQ/s1600/SJAusentes+%252846%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxuw041NBaQ/TZjYlGRyPsI/AAAAAAAAVdE/Pr2dB5r47TQ/s640/SJAusentes+%252846%2529.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Voltamos no final da tarde, com o Xispa nos acompanhando até Taquara (para depois retornar a Gramado). Um pouco cansado, mas revigorado pelas paisagens e com aquela frase retumbando na cabeça ("como é bom andar de moto") voltamos para casa....... &amp;nbsp;e ainda estou bom os ingressos para o Robin Gibb, mas "faz parte".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo acabei indo assar uma carne no sítio, tomar um vinho chileno e reler, embaixo de uma figueira, enquanto a lenha fazia sua parte para assar a carne, relendo o livro "Pelas Rotas do Conesul" &amp;nbsp;do Renato Lopes, grande figura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkPQcEiKa6Y/TZjYOYAQd3I/AAAAAAAAVco/lAsGkj8G1ls/s1600/DSC03886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkPQcEiKa6Y/TZjYOYAQd3I/AAAAAAAAVco/lAsGkj8G1ls/s400/DSC03886.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaKvsprBOPM/TZjX_spVjNI/AAAAAAAAVcg/I2bQapi2NEk/s1600/DSC03879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaKvsprBOPM/TZjX_spVjNI/AAAAAAAAVcg/I2bQapi2NEk/s400/DSC03879.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wExJpg3-gvY/TZjYV-UfKmI/AAAAAAAAVcs/ccx-ycwKN1U/s1600/DSC03890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wExJpg3-gvY/TZjYV-UfKmI/AAAAAAAAVcs/ccx-ycwKN1U/s400/DSC03890.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-5573175460350332557?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/5573175460350332557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=5573175460350332557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5573175460350332557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5573175460350332557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2011/04/voltando-bom-jesus-e-alem.html' title='Voltando a Bom Jesus... e além...'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYdqX4D6vvM/TZjXxsezilI/AAAAAAAAVcc/MMF8-t2BmtQ/s72-c/SJAusentes+%252822%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-2647420336129933621</id><published>2010-12-22T09:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:07:22.490-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Melhor é Chegar</title><content type='html'>Tenho andado mais de moto e escrito menos, o que pode ser um bom sinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje, entre uma conversa e outra, a família me enviou uma foto que eu desconhecia, na qual retrata a minha chegada, depois de uma longa viagem, de Lima no Peru, cruzando o Atacama, e chegando em Porto Alegre-&lt;br /&gt;RS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TRHbll9k1XI/AAAAAAAAOs8/KNB1v3gFhc4/s1600/P6060008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TRHbll9k1XI/AAAAAAAAOs8/KNB1v3gFhc4/s400/P6060008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando a mesma, vejo minha cara de felicidade por trás do capacete. Como é bom chegar em casa. Como é bom ter onde chegar. Ser acolhido e ver a felicidade no rosto das crianças. Isso sim, que é o bom de viajar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-2647420336129933621?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/2647420336129933621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=2647420336129933621' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/2647420336129933621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/2647420336129933621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/12/o-melhor-e-chegar.html' title='O Melhor é Chegar'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TRHbll9k1XI/AAAAAAAAOs8/KNB1v3gFhc4/s72-c/P6060008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-2293475952972157259</id><published>2010-11-01T18:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:55:21.125-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FozStrom 2 - Foz do Iguaçu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAH56B70I/AAAAAAAAOrw/IhEghhx4N2s/s1600/DSC00177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAH56B70I/AAAAAAAAOrw/IhEghhx4N2s/s400/DSC00177.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Já tinha comparecido faz alguns anos no FozStrom 1, encontro do grupo V-Strom em Foz do Iguaçu. Dessa vez eu não iria, pois a data coincidia com as eleições e não abro mão de meu voto (ao menos morro peleando contra os stalinistas troktistas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAIf-e9zI/AAAAAAAAOr0/Exj32OdKrxs/s1600/DSC00208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAIf-e9zI/AAAAAAAAOr0/Exj32OdKrxs/s400/DSC00208.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Votei no Domingo pela manhã (meu candidato, aquele careca que parece o Montgomery Burns do Simpsons perdeu de lavada, levou um chocolate, mas tudo bem), e depois me fui a Foz, acompanhado do Weber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="{Predefinição:Nome" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/pt/a/a7/Montgomery_Burns.png" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAJDHMFyI/AAAAAAAAOr4/VIcvCZ9Whng/s1600/P1160839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAJDHMFyI/AAAAAAAAOr4/VIcvCZ9Whng/s400/P1160839.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;1.000km de ida, outros 1.000km de volta, em tocada de esportiva, acabamos indo pelo Brasil (acho melhor o roteiro pela Argentina, pegando a balsa em Porto Mauá).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAJ-tgMiI/AAAAAAAAOr8/WkwvYG6Ascs/s1600/P1160840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAJ-tgMiI/AAAAAAAAOr8/WkwvYG6Ascs/s400/P1160840.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAKY6MxCI/AAAAAAAAOsA/uiwV6Q3ffPM/s1600/P1160851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAKY6MxCI/AAAAAAAAOsA/uiwV6Q3ffPM/s400/P1160851.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As fotos do site foram uma concessão do amigo Gustavo Clam, pois a minha máquina ficou em cima do criado-mudo, na pressa de sair para votar e pegar a estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAK03z2bI/AAAAAAAAOsE/yrxhPqkdDHo/s1600/P1160853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAK03z2bI/AAAAAAAAOsE/yrxhPqkdDHo/s400/P1160853.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsALQYhZ_I/AAAAAAAAOsI/wgGD9ZeohuU/s1600/P1160970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsALQYhZ_I/AAAAAAAAOsI/wgGD9ZeohuU/s400/P1160970.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAMPAy3GI/AAAAAAAAOsM/hnGCLJdY954/s1600/P1170008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAMPAy3GI/AAAAAAAAOsM/hnGCLJdY954/s400/P1170008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-2293475952972157259?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/2293475952972157259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=2293475952972157259' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/2293475952972157259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/2293475952972157259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/11/fozstrom-2-foz-do-iguacu.html' title='FozStrom 2 - Foz do Iguaçu'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNsAH56B70I/AAAAAAAAOrw/IhEghhx4N2s/s72-c/DSC00177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4012835119182218522</id><published>2010-10-10T18:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:17:22.127-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercocycle 2010 - Santa Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNr7p2ok64I/AAAAAAAAOq8/jXXhWEg8nes/s1600/fotogrupo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNr7p2ok64I/AAAAAAAAOq8/jXXhWEg8nes/s400/fotogrupo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Saí num sábado pela manhã de Porto Alegre em direção a Santa Maria. Fui com um colega de trabalho. Quase em Santa Cruz-SC me lembrei que a ponte de Agudo havia caído em uma enchente. Desvio da balsa complicado. Acabamos pegando outro desvio asfaltado que aumentou a quilometragem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNr9wlUBfSI/AAAAAAAAOro/2QTjca7Dy7M/s1600/DSC00103+%255B1024x768%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNr9wlUBfSI/AAAAAAAAOro/2QTjca7Dy7M/s640/DSC00103+%255B1024x768%255D.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNr7wHc6RZI/AAAAAAAAOrA/eFMg1ZNHugs/s1600/DSC00141+%255B1024x768%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNr7wHc6RZI/AAAAAAAAOrA/eFMg1ZNHugs/s400/DSC00141+%255B1024x768%255D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A idéia era ir num bate-e-volta no mesmo dia. Acabei ficando. Agradeço ao Edmilso Friso, de SP, que me cedeu lugar no quarto de hotel (Santa Maria, como sempre, lotada no evento). Fui despreparado. No outro dia "virei a cueca" e retornei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNr72p4BXlI/AAAAAAAAOrQ/Zl5prdLaWw0/s1600/DSC00113+%255B1024x768%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNr72p4BXlI/AAAAAAAAOrQ/Zl5prdLaWw0/s400/DSC00113+%255B1024x768%255D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNr73g63D3I/AAAAAAAAOrU/shus0cy-Sog/s1600/DSC00111+%255B1024x768%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TNr73g63D3I/AAAAAAAAOrU/shus0cy-Sog/s400/DSC00111+%255B1024x768%255D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Um final de semana em Miami, so isso. Mais vendo badulaque de motociclista e eletronico de adolescente que qualquer outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TKJOAhk5LTI/AAAAAAAAJ_E/hJNkXdtqCOY/s640/DSC00023%20%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TKJOz6sBdRI/AAAAAAAAKDY/AN_EMvuvknw/s640/DSC00068%20%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-3430628710756796038?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/3430628710756796038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=3430628710756796038' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3430628710756796038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3430628710756796038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/09/miami-tiro-curto.html' title='Miami - Tiro Curto'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TKJOiRJOvzI/AAAAAAAAKB8/cH70XUb6k_I/s72-c/DSC00056%20%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-754355338304710114</id><published>2010-09-07T11:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:18:55.739-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Lake Strom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TIRDD8MEoYI/AAAAAAAAJ7g/yQzpy8e2Ra8/s512/DSC_0145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No feriado de 7 de setembro resolvi dar uma "esticada" mais longa e acabei comparecendo ao encontro do V-Strom em Sete Lagoas, Minas Gerais, diligentemente organizado pelo companheiro Seabra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TIQaeQL3GsI/AAAAAAAAJvk/1s0kBzBeQNs/s720/DSC_0905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita conversa a toa, muita cerveja, e o melhor, muitos quilometros de asfalto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TIREBPtEqbI/AAAAAAAAJ8A/EtHUh6WEHA8/s720/DSC_0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais fotos em &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.br/ramonpoa/SevenLakeStrom#"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com.br/ramonpoa/SevenLakeStrom#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-754355338304710114?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/754355338304710114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=754355338304710114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/754355338304710114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/754355338304710114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/09/seven-lake-strom.html' title='Seven Lake Strom'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TIRDD8MEoYI/AAAAAAAAJ7g/yQzpy8e2Ra8/s72-c/DSC_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-2276972525755269708</id><published>2010-08-07T13:16:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T13:55:05.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase Chegamos em Bom Jesus</title><content type='html'>Foi um dia ameno no inverno gaúcho, Muito sol e cerca de 10 graus. Bom para andar de moto. Ainda mais que eu ainda não havia andado com minha nova "mimosa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6uHC_f2I/AAAAAAAAJtw/wWHPjtVOZws/s1600/DSC_0724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6uHC_f2I/AAAAAAAAJtw/wWHPjtVOZws/s400/DSC_0724.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6U_3rxmI/AAAAAAAAJtQ/25PqheoaajY/s1600/DSC_0734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6U_3rxmI/AAAAAAAAJtQ/25PqheoaajY/s400/DSC_0734.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Resolvemos subir a serra e ir almoçar em Bom Jesus. Tinha até nevado no meio da semana por lá e não saíamos as condições do trecho que ainda é chão batido. Mas estava bom, firme, com pouco barro. No "meio do caminho" acabei perdendo meu topcase de alumínio. Simplesmente caiu, quase acertando um colega que vinha atrás. A revenda BMW, Süd, ao troca o segredo das chaves (da antiga moto para essa) não colocou bem o miolo da fechadura.... um estrago e tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq59C1R_nI/AAAAAAAAJs4/YNUGAnsbv3c/s1600/DSC_0746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq59C1R_nI/AAAAAAAAJs4/YNUGAnsbv3c/s400/DSC_0746.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando ingressamos na estrada de chão, um dos companheiros foi avisar outro para ficar "longe" da moto do Ramon, pois o Topcase assassino poderia "voar" de novo naquelas irregularidades.... Enquanto conversavam, de pé, seguindo a tropa pela estrada de chão, um deles, numa GS Adventure, não viu a "pedra no meio do caminho"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6mwroGyI/AAAAAAAAJto/RIIjYXyrEGA/s1600/DSC_0727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6mwroGyI/AAAAAAAAJto/RIIjYXyrEGA/s400/DSC_0727.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E era um "baita" morro de pedras. A GS adventure bateu no morro, "esparramou" as pedras, ficou em uma única roda (a dianteira) e se "quedió" na estrada uns 13 metros após. Graças ao equipamento de proteção (inclusive o colar cervical - o companheiro é trilheiro experiente e médico), nada de mais grave aconteceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6N0IILuI/AAAAAAAAJtI/YTi-E-IyeT8/s1600/DSC_0739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6N0IILuI/AAAAAAAAJtI/YTi-E-IyeT8/s400/DSC_0739.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Equipamento de segurança é fundamental, pois o tombo foi simplesmente muito trivial, ninguém esperava que acontecesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6gLpqX7I/AAAAAAAAJtg/3_LZQxbton8/s1600/DSC_0732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6gLpqX7I/AAAAAAAAJtg/3_LZQxbton8/s400/DSC_0732.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Com a batida naquela montanha de pedras, a tampa do cilindro ficou arranhada e começou a vazar óleo. Resolvemos ir "retornando".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6an6iEZI/AAAAAAAAJtY/0AphiAWhzjI/s1600/DSC_0733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6an6iEZI/AAAAAAAAJtY/0AphiAWhzjI/s400/DSC_0733.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6FI2gnlI/AAAAAAAAJtA/kgnqmiflQwU/s1600/DSC_0743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TGq6FI2gnlI/AAAAAAAAJtA/kgnqmiflQwU/s400/DSC_0743.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Após almoçarmos no trevo de acesso à Bom Jesus, achamos a "oficina" do Capacete, onde tentamos consertar a tampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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A seguir, com a devida autorização, posto um mail que ele enviou ao grupo, onde há um excelente comparativo entre essas duas motos, aparentemente a mesma, mas onde a 2010 apresenta uma sensível evolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Qual é a cilindrada dessa moto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-1200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Isso não é uma Suzuki?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Não! É uma BM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Éééé porque a Suzuki 750 já é qualquer coisa. Imagina 1200 cilindradas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Sim! Sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Uma pena que não "deixem andar com tudo" nessas motos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Vai ver que tem algum motivo.... (o Charles p.ex. rsrsrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Ficam controlando muito ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Quem sabe por segurança: Vai saber ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Aaaaa ... Porto Alegre! (leu na placa) Tá indo a Porto Alegre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Sério? Vai chegar hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Então boa viagem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;E eu estava apenas esperando meu troco no posto de gasolina lá em Panambi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Será que o cara sabe a “bagatela” que custa essa “Suzuki”????? rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;A preferência de fazer esse relato era do grande Cacique Toro Sentado Leandro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Não fez, o CaraPálida! vai fazer ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;(vou inserir o link das fotos pra quem não conseguir vê-las ou está no modo resumo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER99mmYMOI/AAAAAAAAJjE/PSJnZe8CtJA/s1600/ADV2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER99mmYMOI/AAAAAAAAJjE/PSJnZe8CtJA/s400/ADV2010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Começando pelo fim, a conclusão: É outra moto. Acelera de outra forma. As micro-vibrações do guidão sumiram. E o ronco, será que aquilo é legal? Tá dentro das normas? Pura música na retomada! A BMW passou uma mensagem clara pra concorrência: "Esse nicho é meu e ninguém tasca!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;- a linha de torque do motor é muito melhor. Esta sempre presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;- consumo! Mesmo nova faz pelo menos 1Km a mais por litro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;- menos micro-vibrações. Senti um pouco na pedaleira esquerda. As do guidão sumiram totalmente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;- o ESA, que festa! No modo sport, uuuuu! Agora dá pra raspar os cilindros no chão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;- o ronco! aquilo é legal? Tem certeza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Contras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;- Guidão! Mudaram pra pior! Tá mais baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;- e por estranho que pareça, a minha parece torta. Pode que a peça que fica entre o guidão e o banco seja o problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-Ahy_JtI/AAAAAAAAJjM/hF7H9_R3Nh0/s1600/ADV2010A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-Ahy_JtI/AAAAAAAAJjM/hF7H9_R3Nh0/s400/ADV2010A.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;A voltinha do fim-de-semana foi de exatos 1065 km. A posição de pilotagem é quase a mesma da ex-2007 exceção ao guidão que é mais baixo. A coluna de direção está mais "solta" se é que se pode chamar assim: o guidão vira muito mais fácil que da ex-2007, tive a nítida impressão que mexeram na coluna de direção, sei lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-Ryj-1LI/AAAAAAAAJkU/Lyf_xRPY350/s1600/ADV2010M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-Ryj-1LI/AAAAAAAAJkU/Lyf_xRPY350/s400/ADV2010M.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;A ex-2007 encostava nos 200km/h. A gIZeLe tenho impressão que vai ir além fácil. Foi a 160 sem nenhum esforço exagerado. Não fui além por causa da baixa km do motor mas ele vai além facinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;A mexida que deram no escalonamento do câmbio só fez bem! A primeira não é mais tão "bruta" e a sexta ficou com uma elasticidade que sinceramente antes não existia. Retoma de 80 Km/H muito fácil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-B0ScHmI/AAAAAAAAJjU/Z9D_8fgSe6I/s1600/ADV2010C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-B0ScHmI/AAAAAAAAJjU/Z9D_8fgSe6I/s400/ADV2010C.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Uma coisa que chamou atenção é a preocupação nos detalhes da moto. Realmente a equipe da BMW se dedicou pra resolver detalhes (que as vezes são irritantes!) . Coisas como as malas, resolveram o problema do vácuo interno (agora tem um furo na mala com uma tampa em cima fazendo papel de válvula, meio trabalhosa a solução mas, tiveram preocupação em solucionar). Também solucionaram aquele negócio xarope da vedação dos miolos das chaves da mala (eram de borracha macia e não serviam pra nada pois não entravam no buraco, agora são de plástico rígido).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER_Uss5QSI/AAAAAAAAJko/VGB40kYcFNY/s1600/ADV2010B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER_Uss5QSI/AAAAAAAAJko/VGB40kYcFNY/s400/ADV2010B.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Pode parecer risível essa preocupação mas dá pra ler nas entrelinhas que a GS tem uma atenção especial da BMW e me transmite longa vida pra GS-boxer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-DruX6sI/AAAAAAAAJjc/P-xkgRIiiQo/s1600/ADV2010D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-DruX6sI/AAAAAAAAJjc/P-xkgRIiiQo/s400/ADV2010D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;No painel, inverteram a indicação da temperatura do motor com o nível da gasolina no tanque. O nível me pareceu bem fiel ao contrário da ex-2007 onde ele caía pra reserva e depois dava uns 100 km de combustível de novo). Outra do painel é que agora ele avisa quando aproxima da km pra fazer as revisões, no mínimo interessante pra quem tem o capricho de fazer as revisões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;A gIZeLe tá com a marcação de consumo em litros/100km (na revisão dos 1.000km vou pedir pra alterarem o computer pra Km/L) e fez 5,7 litros / 100 Km (~17,5 Km/L) andando 110/120Km/H. Isso é ~1 Km/L a mais que na ex-2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-E0kPvLI/AAAAAAAAJjk/I3DYkMAfzJs/s1600/ADV2010E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-E0kPvLI/AAAAAAAAJjk/I3DYkMAfzJs/s400/ADV2010E.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;O ESA (o tal amortecedor eletrônico) é realmente uma festa! Sai com ele no modo NORMAL sem carona (um capacete). Parece um Galaxy na estrada que vai te cansando a coluna (estranho isso não?). Numa altura que parei, antes da serra entre Candelária e Arroio do Tigre, e pensei: vou mexer nessa regulagem; meti em SPORT (um capacete). Rapaiz! A coisa endureceu e grudou no chão! É meu estilo acho que nunca mais vai sair desse modo. Entra nas curvas e não dá nenhuma chacoalhada não interessando a inclinação! DEZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Legal também o tal RDC (controle da pressão dos pneus).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Dá pra verificar "on the fly", show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-HgZn9WI/AAAAAAAAJj0/G7Z9cpEmV2U/s1600/ADV2010G.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-HgZn9WI/AAAAAAAAJj0/G7Z9cpEmV2U/s400/ADV2010G.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Os outros opcionais são o ABS, ASC (controle de tração), punhos aquecidos e o tal de computador de bordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-La7bh_I/AAAAAAAAJj8/lxOG14irdkE/s1600/ADV2010J.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-La7bh_I/AAAAAAAAJj8/lxOG14irdkE/s400/ADV2010J.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;É isso, nesses primeiros 1.000km nenhum defeito. Nenhum plástico solto. Nenhum parafuso solto. Nenhuma marcha reinou pra engatar, muito menos "desengatou".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-M5R_prI/AAAAAAAAJkE/oRY98CQr3NY/s1600/ADV2010K.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-M5R_prI/AAAAAAAAJkE/oRY98CQr3NY/s400/ADV2010K.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Acho que são "más notícias" pra quem aqui da lista (Felipe, Charlão, Ramon, Renato, Cirilo, James, Borto, Tocheto, Scoti, Arthur, Ebone ..) tem (e gosta da) GSs pré motor DOHC ... bad news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Por outro lado pra quem está na dúvida: Não teste! Don't try it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-Pq-6FqI/AAAAAAAAJkM/dCdqWpupL1o/s1600/ADV2010L.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER-Pq-6FqI/AAAAAAAAJkM/dCdqWpupL1o/s400/ADV2010L.png" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Vamos ver o futuro ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Abr.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;CP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-9131710172132966019?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/9131710172132966019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=9131710172132966019' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/9131710172132966019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/9131710172132966019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/07/bmw-r1200gs-adventure-2010-primeiras.html' title='BMW R1200GS Adventure 2010 - Primeiras Impressões de um Colega'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TER99mmYMOI/AAAAAAAAJjE/PSJnZe8CtJA/s72-c/ADV2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-9170379309969236474</id><published>2010-07-07T21:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:30:42.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparativo Maxitrail</title><content type='html'>Já pilotei "gato de tudo que é pelo" mas as maxitrail sempre me atraíram. Nesse segmento já tive XT600, VStrom Dl100 e a R1200GS Adventure, que não me canso de dizer que foi a melhor moto em que já botei minha bunda gorda. Transitei por XX's e hayabusas mas para longas viagens nada como uma maxitrail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atualmente "experiemento" uma fatboy 2009. Quando chegar a alguma conclusão posto por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o motivo do presente post é a Revista MOTOCICLISMO de julho de 2010, n. 151. Assino e leio muita coisa e a Motociclismo vem surpreendendo pelas belas reportagens para quem gosta de moto, intercalando a necessária publicidade com algum conhecimento. "Concorrentes" quase nada agregam, a não ser propaganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUbcUCASnI/AAAAAAAAJhk/JNtEWPvouIg/s1600/capa+motociclismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUbcUCASnI/AAAAAAAAJhk/JNtEWPvouIg/s400/capa+motociclismo.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa motociclismo em especial traz um belo comparativo das maxitrail do mercado, motos para quem quer, de fato, viajar (esqueça as custom), e uma comparativo de pneus de motos turismo, que falo no link abaixo. Quem não assina, vale a pena comprar na banca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUbu8qtAjI/AAAAAAAAJhs/JWERm1gEiEY/s1600/comparativo+motociclismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUbu8qtAjI/AAAAAAAAJhs/JWERm1gEiEY/s400/comparativo+motociclismo.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-9170379309969236474?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/9170379309969236474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=9170379309969236474' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/9170379309969236474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/9170379309969236474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/07/comparativo-maxitrail.html' title='Comparativo Maxitrail'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUbcUCASnI/AAAAAAAAJhk/JNtEWPvouIg/s72-c/capa+motociclismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-557797129373774006</id><published>2010-07-07T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:44:04.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pneus para Motos Turismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUe1O4MjzI/AAAAAAAAJh4/TRHBF3wS75c/s1600/comparativo+pneus+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUe1O4MjzI/AAAAAAAAJh4/TRHBF3wS75c/s400/comparativo+pneus+1.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A última revista Motociclismo (julho-2010 n. 151) traz um interessante comparativo entre pneus turismo, onde o vencedor foi o Michelin Pilot Sport 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUe7jyX3SI/AAAAAAAAJiA/DmBHYBjzo8M/s1600/resultado+comparativo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUe7jyX3SI/AAAAAAAAJiA/DmBHYBjzo8M/s400/resultado+comparativo+2.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado nos últimos anos mais de Maxitrail e sobre os pneus para estas já opinei em diversos fóruns. Sempre preferi os pneus "moles", de desgaste rápido, os que menos duram mas mais grudam, tais como o Pireli Scorpion Trail ou o Metzeler Trourance XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUfAO9Fh2I/AAAAAAAAJiI/m8j8ORvd9JQ/s1600/comportamento+din%C3%A2mico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUfAO9Fh2I/AAAAAAAAJiI/m8j8ORvd9JQ/s400/comportamento+din%C3%A2mico.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas para viagens de mais de 8.000km já me convenci do uso de pneus intermediários tais como o Metzeler Tourance (não EXP) e os da Brigestone (Trail Wing e Battle Wing). Estes últimos não emocionam, mas não comprometem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUfGHIiP7I/AAAAAAAAJiQ/gIULpXjsZB4/s1600/pneus+estrada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUfGHIiP7I/AAAAAAAAJiQ/gIULpXjsZB4/s400/pneus+estrada.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior pneus que comprei da categoria foi o Michelin Anakee 1, não parava em pé em qualquer ameaça de chuva. Tanto que lançaram o atual Michelin Anakee 2, onde prometem ter "corrigido" o problema. Mas a michelin, que tanto me agradou nas esportivas que pilotei, perdeu muitos pontos nas maxitrails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUfKlaQzVI/AAAAAAAAJiY/jLVzC53a_qU/s1600/pneus+piso+molhado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUfKlaQzVI/AAAAAAAAJiY/jLVzC53a_qU/s400/pneus+piso+molhado.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem usa pneus turismo é bom dar uma olhada no comparativo da revistas, que ainda deve estar nas bancas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUfPlADV5I/AAAAAAAAJig/FQAAhvw-Uao/s1600/desgaste+pneus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUfPlADV5I/AAAAAAAAJig/FQAAhvw-Uao/s400/desgaste+pneus.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-557797129373774006?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/557797129373774006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=557797129373774006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/557797129373774006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/557797129373774006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/07/pneus-para-motos-turismo.html' title='Pneus para Motos Turismo'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDUe1O4MjzI/AAAAAAAAJh4/TRHBF3wS75c/s72-c/comparativo+pneus+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-3547227650917825382</id><published>2010-06-06T21:23:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T13:25:08.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruzando o Atacama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TCEUzmYhWgI/AAAAAAAAJgs/PRu9gK7n2RE/s1600/machu+A+486+%5B1600x1200%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TCEUzmYhWgI/AAAAAAAAJgs/PRu9gK7n2RE/s400/machu+A+486+%5B1600x1200%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já &amp;nbsp;passei pelo Atacama um razoável número de vezes, de carro e de moto. É um portal de entrada para quem vem do Sul do Brasil em direção ao Pacífico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwQfEfZDGI/AAAAAAAAJes/30XJpXK-6ss/s1600/t8000+072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwQfEfZDGI/AAAAAAAAJes/30XJpXK-6ss/s400/t8000+072.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei só duas vezes em San Pedro e está de bom tom. Cidadela cult, mas com hotéis e e refeições que custam o dobro de Calama, onde me hospedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TCEWYHxx2NI/AAAAAAAAJg4/bYR0Q69vrGI/s1600/machu+A+474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TCEWYHxx2NI/AAAAAAAAJg4/bYR0Q69vrGI/s400/machu+A+474.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a travessia da cordilheira no Atacama sempre é bela. Literalmente se fica acima das nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwQ9QvTTcI/AAAAAAAAJe8/dyYdVtRiGEw/s1600/t8000+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwQ9QvTTcI/AAAAAAAAJe8/dyYdVtRiGEw/s400/t8000+051.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa viagem tinha intenção de dormir em Susques. Não consegui, pois as mineradoras praticamente ocuparam todos hotéis. Tive que seguir de noite em direção a Purmamarca. Cheguei a pegar 7 graus negativos em cima da moto. Calcule o vento a 120/140km/h e veja a sensação térmica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei gelado em Purmamarca. Parei no primeiro hotel da beira da estrada. Hotel que por sinal já havia cruzado na estrada uma dúzia de vezes, sempre chamava a atenção, mas nunca fiquei em Purmamarca. Dessa vez tive oportunidade de me hospedar. Mesmo com 3 cobertores, levei 3 horas para descongelar.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwRJY0BVDI/AAAAAAAAJfE/GCSdXvlcjBg/s1600/t8000+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwRJY0BVDI/AAAAAAAAJfE/GCSdXvlcjBg/s400/t8000+082.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwRU2pqnUI/AAAAAAAAJfM/B2nGP1KN7vI/s1600/t8000+077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwRU2pqnUI/AAAAAAAAJfM/B2nGP1KN7vI/s400/t8000+077.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando meio adiando a atualização do blog, que mais me serve de diário que qualquer outra coisa. Mas tem a história de atropelamento de um jumento, já em Uruguaiana, Brasil. Fiz a curva, a noite,&amp;nbsp;(rápido - omitida velocidade)&amp;nbsp;e o bicho tava lá, paradito.Acertei em cheio, jurei que iria me esparramar pelo asfalto. Levei toda a frente e lateral da GS, mas a moto seguiu de pé. O moto forte essa BMW. &amp;nbsp;Se fosse em uma esportiva ou custom talvez estivesse traçando essas linhas do hospital, e olhe lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwReP8LF2I/AAAAAAAAJfU/eUkTpvkctZU/s1600/t8000+087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwReP8LF2I/AAAAAAAAJfU/eUkTpvkctZU/s400/t8000+087.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os jumentos? o que pilotava a moto passa bem e vos fala. O outro? seguiu a vida troteando.. não morreu o danado...tava na madrugada, pegando o calorzinho do asfalto e assustando motoristas... o cara que vinha atrás de mim, de carro, não acreditou que segui de pé.... nem eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwRuhuAwoI/AAAAAAAAJfc/JiAarmljy1M/s1600/t8000+089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwRuhuAwoI/AAAAAAAAJfc/JiAarmljy1M/s400/t8000+089.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Nota Póstuma: a turma não é facil, comenta jumento para lá e para cá, o gaiato do Beto Marshall me manda a foto do acidente.... eheheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TB_So8VrigI/AAAAAAAAJfo/rKlnwWtPdSY/s1600/jumento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TB_So8VrigI/AAAAAAAAJfo/rKlnwWtPdSY/s640/jumento.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;e não param de me mandar fotos de jegue... essas do Rodrigo e Goaiânia.... me poupe Rodriguinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TCDshnmUMQI/AAAAAAAAJf0/BSmDrFB7grU/s1600/jegue+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TCDshnmUMQI/AAAAAAAAJf0/BSmDrFB7grU/s400/jegue+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;www.carriagehouseinsurance.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDX72nJSosI/AAAAAAAAJis/vRPaNlrICdM/s1600/seguro+jumento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TDX72nJSosI/AAAAAAAAJis/vRPaNlrICdM/s400/seguro+jumento.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-3547227650917825382?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/3547227650917825382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=3547227650917825382' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3547227650917825382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3547227650917825382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/06/cruzando-o-atacama.html' title='Cruzando o Atacama'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TCEUzmYhWgI/AAAAAAAAJgs/PRu9gK7n2RE/s72-c/machu+A+486+%5B1600x1200%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8729381458736169985</id><published>2010-06-04T21:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:49:00.972-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lima - Nazca - Tacna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwMFuiw7PI/AAAAAAAAJdo/4W-Dgu86AZM/s1600/t8000+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwMFuiw7PI/AAAAAAAAJdo/4W-Dgu86AZM/s400/t8000+056.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Voltei a Lima para pegar a moto e resolvi "descer" pelo Atacama, retornando ao Brasil. Família, trabalho e saúde modificaram minha idéia inicial. Minha subida em direção a Venezuela fica para a próxima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwMS6Nir7I/AAAAAAAAJdw/ie_nSesJpVU/s1600/t8000+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwMS6Nir7I/AAAAAAAAJdw/ie_nSesJpVU/s400/t8000+041.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Nazca pousei no hotel Alegria, que fica a uma quadra do trevo de acesso a Nazca, onde se encontra um Posto de Gasolina. Hotel Agradável. Pouso barato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwMeP6R8xI/AAAAAAAAJd4/NaJpm4cNicw/s1600/t8000+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwMeP6R8xI/AAAAAAAAJd4/NaJpm4cNicw/s400/t8000+013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rodovia praticamente acompanha o Pacífico na maior parte do trajeto. Claro que o Oceano Pacífico está distante demais da beleza da costa atlântica brasileira, mas é diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwMr_a7FvI/AAAAAAAAJeA/9SBFlDkS9ek/s1600/t8000+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwMr_a7FvI/AAAAAAAAJeA/9SBFlDkS9ek/s400/t8000+035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwM3XRAWlI/AAAAAAAAJeI/TnEvnfa8ew8/s1600/t8000+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwM3XRAWlI/AAAAAAAAJeI/TnEvnfa8ew8/s400/t8000+023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwNCdFlVjI/AAAAAAAAJeQ/0XIbla5JBCE/s1600/t8000+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwNCdFlVjI/AAAAAAAAJeQ/0XIbla5JBCE/s400/t8000+039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwNSCRQLtI/AAAAAAAAJeY/i4NLsvlf1-w/s1600/t8000+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwNSCRQLtI/AAAAAAAAJeY/i4NLsvlf1-w/s400/t8000+045.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma revolução sensível nas viagens tem sido o notebook e as redes wifi oferecidas em praticamente todos hotéis, grandes ou pequenos. Praticamente janto conversando on-line com a família, por vídeo, utilizando o skype. Por vezes mais de 2 horas, o que é bem mais do que se conversa, as vezes, ao vivo - em casa... heheeh coisas da tecnologia......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwNg_nGVeI/AAAAAAAAJeg/h_pQ-pq_p0Y/s1600/t8000+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwNg_nGVeI/AAAAAAAAJeg/h_pQ-pq_p0Y/s400/t8000+004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8729381458736169985?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8729381458736169985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8729381458736169985' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8729381458736169985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8729381458736169985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/06/lima-nazca-tacna.html' title='Lima - Nazca - Tacna'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwMFuiw7PI/AAAAAAAAJdo/4W-Dgu86AZM/s72-c/t8000+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8818116744249625844</id><published>2010-04-24T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:03:40.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>City-Tour em Lima - Peru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwHvmCzmlI/AAAAAAAAJcU/S9eVMzPhCfM/s1600/DSC_0364+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwHvmCzmlI/AAAAAAAAJcU/S9eVMzPhCfM/s400/DSC_0364+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Após andar alguns dias pela cidade, vi o ônibus de Turismo Mirabus, que faz um excelente city-tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mirabusperu.com/"&gt;http://www.mirabusperu.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwH-SbbWvI/AAAAAAAAJck/GPND3CKVnvM/s1600/DSC_0487+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwH-SbbWvI/AAAAAAAAJck/GPND3CKVnvM/s400/DSC_0487+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos pontos que merecem nota é a visita as catacumbas. Interessante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwH6QyokZI/AAAAAAAAJcc/t8H2oETUUSI/s1600/DSC_0498+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwH6QyokZI/AAAAAAAAJcc/t8H2oETUUSI/s400/DSC_0498+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwILs7H2hI/AAAAAAAAJcs/r2LL7rQ8haQ/s1600/DSC_0504+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwILs7H2hI/AAAAAAAAJcs/r2LL7rQ8haQ/s400/DSC_0504+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trânsito de Lima é caótico. Tem que se ficar esperto, senão passam por cima de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwIak1DToI/AAAAAAAAJc0/bkTRzvbnGlc/s1600/DSC_0413+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwIak1DToI/AAAAAAAAJc0/bkTRzvbnGlc/s400/DSC_0413+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwIkSLAymI/AAAAAAAAJc8/HF7gNHlgJJg/s1600/DSC_0449+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwIkSLAymI/AAAAAAAAJc8/HF7gNHlgJJg/s400/DSC_0449+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra presença constante em Lima é a preocupação com os furtos de trombadinhas. Andei despreocupado por Lima, mas sempre havia gente me aconselhando a ter cuidado com cameras fotográficas, dinheiro, etc... preocupação até frenética. Deve haver muitos roubos a turistas. Nunca vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwIuvzlvaI/AAAAAAAAJdE/ihJN1ROh1x8/s1600/DSC_0446+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwIuvzlvaI/AAAAAAAAJdE/ihJN1ROh1x8/s400/DSC_0446+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwI20ch_cI/AAAAAAAAJdM/uBzUMHtiI10/s1600/DSC_0536+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwI20ch_cI/AAAAAAAAJdM/uBzUMHtiI10/s400/DSC_0536+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwJAPgoz1I/AAAAAAAAJdU/kcRDTfwODO0/s1600/DSC_0537+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwJAPgoz1I/AAAAAAAAJdU/kcRDTfwODO0/s400/DSC_0537+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwJI_I8izI/AAAAAAAAJdc/zkT5mMZP7QU/s1600/DSC_0365+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwJI_I8izI/AAAAAAAAJdc/zkT5mMZP7QU/s400/DSC_0365+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8818116744249625844?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8818116744249625844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8818116744249625844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8818116744249625844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8818116744249625844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/city-tour-em-lima-peru.html' title='City-Tour em Lima - Peru'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwHvmCzmlI/AAAAAAAAJcU/S9eVMzPhCfM/s72-c/DSC_0364+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-5035468398402257793</id><published>2010-04-23T20:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:51:05.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A  Ajuda do Jorge em Lima</title><content type='html'>Quando contatei o grupo do yahoo Maxitrail, do qual faço parte, o Gilson (Guanaco Missioneiro) me indicou o Jorge, que pertence a um motoclube de Lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwGDRTlGcI/AAAAAAAAJcI/DVyF-Zbyk0I/s1600/P4240005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwGDRTlGcI/AAAAAAAAJcI/DVyF-Zbyk0I/s400/P4240005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ele vi o mecânico, o pneu, além de jantarmos por duas oportunidades, conhecendo assim a vida noturna de Lima. Acima, a foto juntamente com sua ex-namorada, uma brasileira que dá aulas de português em Lima. Obrigado pela acolhida Companheiro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-5035468398402257793?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/5035468398402257793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=5035468398402257793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5035468398402257793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5035468398402257793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/ajuda-do-jorge-em-lima.html' title='A  Ajuda do Jorge em Lima'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwGDRTlGcI/AAAAAAAAJcI/DVyF-Zbyk0I/s72-c/P4240005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-3904123745742567834</id><published>2010-04-23T20:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:44:21.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lima - Peru - Subindo o Cerro de San Cristobal</title><content type='html'>Com a moto na concessionária e alguns dias livres em Lima, hospedado em Miraflores, fui ao centro (Plaza de Armas) subir o Cerro San Cristobal, de onde se observa toda a cidade de Lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv-6golZJI/AAAAAAAAJbE/_lhFgfKOAds/s1600/DSC_0454+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv-6golZJI/AAAAAAAAJbE/_lhFgfKOAds/s400/DSC_0454+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ônibus de Turismo saem a partir da Plaza de Armas, por 5 soles, ou seja, R$ 3,00. Isso mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv_Sp8G5TI/AAAAAAAAJbM/9dsgcuLbXzI/s1600/DSC_0303+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv_Sp8G5TI/AAAAAAAAJbM/9dsgcuLbXzI/s400/DSC_0303+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não sei se é programa de índio ou não, mas achei que valeu a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv_cetdlFI/AAAAAAAAJbU/Z33rZKynR3o/s1600/DSC_0306+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv_cetdlFI/AAAAAAAAJbU/Z33rZKynR3o/s400/DSC_0306+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv_kQGnZ0I/AAAAAAAAJbc/6FydqcaSlWY/s1600/DSC_0279+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv_kQGnZ0I/AAAAAAAAJbc/6FydqcaSlWY/s400/DSC_0279+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até estádio de touradas se observa lá de cima, apesar da névoa que cobre Lima ser uma característica da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv_ueaXnlI/AAAAAAAAJbk/aVfBxEnz8aM/s1600/DSC_0280+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv_ueaXnlI/AAAAAAAAJbk/aVfBxEnz8aM/s400/DSC_0280+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois visitei a Catedral, na qual se paga 10 soles. Valeu? Não saberia dizer, é bonitinha, mas nada diferente de outras catedrais mundo afora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv_3QlHp-I/AAAAAAAAJbs/koMzOiVCszo/s1600/DSC_0253+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv_3QlHp-I/AAAAAAAAJbs/koMzOiVCszo/s400/DSC_0253+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwAAp82ABI/AAAAAAAAJb0/4VzIoSz2S-A/s1600/DSC_0249+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwAAp82ABI/AAAAAAAAJb0/4VzIoSz2S-A/s400/DSC_0249+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwAKmzAhmI/AAAAAAAAJb8/6jTmpS3jG9o/s1600/DSC_0259+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBwAKmzAhmI/AAAAAAAAJb8/6jTmpS3jG9o/s400/DSC_0259+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-3904123745742567834?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/3904123745742567834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=3904123745742567834' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3904123745742567834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3904123745742567834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/lima-peru-subindo-o-cerro.html' title='Lima - Peru - Subindo o Cerro de San Cristobal'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv-6golZJI/AAAAAAAAJbE/_lhFgfKOAds/s72-c/DSC_0454+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8458439546035306476</id><published>2010-04-22T19:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:49:57.457-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lima - Peru - BMW MOTORRAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv36HbwFDI/AAAAAAAAJaQ/XJLz4DiP7Q0/s1600/DSC_0225+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv36HbwFDI/AAAAAAAAJaQ/XJLz4DiP7Q0/s400/DSC_0225+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muito já debati a relação custo/benefício de motos. A BMW está longe de ser ganhadora nesse ranking. É cara. Por outro lado, insisto em dizer que a R1200GS Adventure é a melhor moto em que já botei a bunda, isso que acima de 1.000cc já tive um batalhão, que passa por V-Max, Hayabusa, XX Superblackbird, Virago 1100, V-Strom, Harley e por aí vai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv4GyyczuI/AAAAAAAAJaY/qtH3FQTMaPY/s1600/DSC_0239+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv4GyyczuI/AAAAAAAAJaY/qtH3FQTMaPY/s400/DSC_0239+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A assistência técnica por outro lado, é impar. Em Lima procurei a revenda de carros da BMW, já que não consta do site mundial da BMW Motorrad nenhuma loja em Lima. Estava enganado, porém, faz 2 meses que abriu uma em Lima, filial da Motorrad Chilena (a peruana, de carro, não quis saber de motos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv4QdZ7VuI/AAAAAAAAJag/la-dxYIq304/s1600/DSC_0233+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv4QdZ7VuI/AAAAAAAAJag/la-dxYIq304/s400/DSC_0233+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fui consertar o cardã e acabei deixando a moto para a revisão dos 40.000km. Excelente atendimento, com o Gustavo Palácios, que até fala português (fez um curso na embaixada do Brasil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv4fF82UAI/AAAAAAAAJao/2Q_ArbTHom8/s1600/DSC_0213+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv4fF82UAI/AAAAAAAAJao/2Q_ArbTHom8/s400/DSC_0213+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos que necessitarem, o endereço:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avenida Javier Prado Este, 5535&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bairro Molinos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atendente: Gustavo Palácios&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fone: 51 1 9891 31141&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e-mail:&amp;nbsp;gpalacios@agildemeister.com.pe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv4qavdeDI/AAAAAAAAJaw/QkNFd26lOdo/s1600/DSC_0231+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv4qavdeDI/AAAAAAAAJaw/QkNFd26lOdo/s400/DSC_0231+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv41qR01HI/AAAAAAAAJa4/_uf8sPc2cDY/s1600/DSC_0228+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv41qR01HI/AAAAAAAAJa4/_uf8sPc2cDY/s400/DSC_0228+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já mecânicos especializado em motos em Lima, de outras marcas, conheci o Perea, cujos dados estão abaixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servicio de Motocicletas Perea&lt;br /&gt;Calle Manuel Segura, 669 - Lince&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 472-5043 e 99996-5411&lt;br /&gt;mail: serviciosdemotosperea@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8458439546035306476?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8458439546035306476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8458439546035306476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8458439546035306476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8458439546035306476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/lima-peru-bmw-motorrad.html' title='Lima - Peru - BMW MOTORRAD'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBv36HbwFDI/AAAAAAAAJaQ/XJLz4DiP7Q0/s72-c/DSC_0225+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-2212357804585936037</id><published>2010-04-22T19:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:12:05.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pneus para Motos - Lima - Peru</title><content type='html'>Consegui o pneu traseiro da GS, 150/70/17 na loja Barbacci Motors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span r=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span r=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;TEL. :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="tel"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;51 - 1 - 4409073&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAX. :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fax"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;51 - 1 - 4216450&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endereço :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="address"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;AV. PETIT THOUARS 4324 LIMA 18 PERU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span r=""&gt;&lt;span id="address"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span r=""&gt;&lt;span id="address"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Troquei-o num posto de combustíveis, umas 2 ou 3 quadras após, pela própria rua Petit Thouars, a direita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-2212357804585936037?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/2212357804585936037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=2212357804585936037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/2212357804585936037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/2212357804585936037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/pneus-para-motos-lima-peru.html' title='Pneus para Motos - Lima - Peru'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-7161090557636396874</id><published>2010-04-21T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T19:15:00.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuzco - Abancay - Nazca</title><content type='html'>Já havia passado de carro esta estrada. Asfaltada, corta todo o meio da cordilheira e, do mundo que conheço, são os 650km com o maior número de curvas. Ônibus levam mais de 18 horas e carros de passeio, rápidos, mais de 14 horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBvrKvvdrgI/AAAAAAAAJZ0/FQtG3PabFO4/s1600/cuzco+abancay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBvrKvvdrgI/AAAAAAAAJZ0/FQtG3PabFO4/s400/cuzco+abancay.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na outra oportunidade, cruzei o trecho em uma caminhonete diesel, manual. As pernas cansaram, pois era um infindável acelera, trava, baixa marcha, e por aí vai. De moto as curvas tornam a viagem mais divertida, mas não precisava ser tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levei 12 horas e cheguei em Nazca a noite, cruzando a parte final a noite. A estrada está pedagiada (não era) e, apesar do asfalto bom, havia muito "sujeira" em cima do asfalto, levando a alguns sustos em curvas em que se entrava meio rápido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBvrbuRcVBI/AAAAAAAAJZ8/soIhJaUxXYg/s1600/DSC_0210+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBvrbuRcVBI/AAAAAAAAJZ8/soIhJaUxXYg/s400/DSC_0210+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A idéia inicial era, de Abancay, seguir para Ayacucho, também cruzando o meio da cordilheira, mas em estrada de rípio. O estado deplorável do pneu traseiro e o cardã que insistia em babar óleo me levaram direto a Nazca, Para depois seguir a Lima e trocar pneu e consertar o cardã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBvsFq7qMuI/AAAAAAAAJaE/Y8ErVapMhRk/s1600/DSC_0203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBvsFq7qMuI/AAAAAAAAJaE/Y8ErVapMhRk/s400/DSC_0203.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Púquio, único lugar plano e reto, a mais de 4.000 metros, peguei uma forte chuva de granizo que me obrigou a parar a moto. As pedras de gelo batiam na jaqueta e chegavam a provocar fortes pancadas nos braços, notadamente. Veja vídeo no Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=svQEYP9r7pk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=svQEYP9r7pk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-7161090557636396874?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/7161090557636396874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=7161090557636396874' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7161090557636396874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7161090557636396874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/cuzco-abancay-nazca.html' title='Cuzco - Abancay - Nazca'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/TBvrKvvdrgI/AAAAAAAAJZ0/FQtG3PabFO4/s72-c/cuzco+abancay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-6721833860843989060</id><published>2010-04-20T07:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:10:18.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cusco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VDL2VRYtI/AAAAAAAAJWg/RHztcEY5MKY/s1600/DSC_0150+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VDL2VRYtI/AAAAAAAAJWg/RHztcEY5MKY/s400/DSC_0150+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como bom gaúcho, CUSCO é o nome que se dá para cachorro viralata, mas aqui vamos falar da cidade peruana, propriamente dita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VFZplb2OI/AAAAAAAAJXI/L8fAF4IsjM8/s1600/DSC_0187+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VFZplb2OI/AAAAAAAAJXI/L8fAF4IsjM8/s400/DSC_0187+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hospedei em um hotel perto da plaza de armas, Emperador Plaza, cerca de U$ 50,00 de diária, quarto grande e relativo conforto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VDbyPe6zI/AAAAAAAAJWo/6_KrI_V4gKM/s1600/DSC_0101+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VDbyPe6zI/AAAAAAAAJWo/6_KrI_V4gKM/s400/DSC_0101+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já conhecia Cusco e o Vale Sagrado, Machupichi, etc... então tirei o dia para descansar, bater perna, tirar fotos e fazer alguns roteiros que não fiz na outra viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VEg7hCovI/AAAAAAAAJWw/NRIMxes_3uA/s1600/DSC_0113+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VEg7hCovI/AAAAAAAAJWw/NRIMxes_3uA/s400/DSC_0113+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um desses foi pegar a Tramia. É uma mistura de bonde e caminhão, antigo transporte de Cusco, e que agora sai de uma em uma hora da plaza de armas e leva você até o topo de um dos morros que circunda Cusco. Custa R$ 15 soles, &amp;nbsp;o que dá uns R$ 10,00, e vale a pena. Não o fiz da outra vez por falta de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VEu6_-OqI/AAAAAAAAJW4/UJxdUTjgbD4/s1600/DSC_0129+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VEu6_-OqI/AAAAAAAAJW4/UJxdUTjgbD4/s400/DSC_0129+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Também visitei Orycancha, umas ruínas dentro de uma igreja e outros roteiros dentro da simpática cidade. O centro de Cusco é extremamente policiado (polícia turistica) o que até preocupa, sinal do alto índice de roubo de turistas. Mas não vi nada nesse sentido. Passei o dia "batendo perna".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VGhPJPBfI/AAAAAAAAJXY/ivAmDYXx1-w/s1600/DSC_0173+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VGhPJPBfI/AAAAAAAAJXY/ivAmDYXx1-w/s400/DSC_0173+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VFxv1tB1I/AAAAAAAAJXQ/RCgFcV8g9Vc/s1600/DSC_0177+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VFxv1tB1I/AAAAAAAAJXQ/RCgFcV8g9Vc/s400/DSC_0177+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6721833860843989060?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6721833860843989060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6721833860843989060' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6721833860843989060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6721833860843989060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/05/cusco.html' title='Cusco'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S-VDL2VRYtI/AAAAAAAAJWg/RHztcEY5MKY/s72-c/DSC_0150+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8076149552194545091</id><published>2010-04-19T00:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T01:04:53.895-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Maldonado a Cusco</title><content type='html'>A rodovia está "quase" pronta, faltando uns 80km dos 530km entre Puerto Maldonado e Cusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S851HjcJq2I/AAAAAAAAJVk/5jnJU07gPSQ/s1600/DSC_0056+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S851HjcJq2I/AAAAAAAAJVk/5jnJU07gPSQ/s400/DSC_0056+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que deixaram por último os piores quilômetros, atravessando a cordilheira ainda na parte da floresta amazônica. Para variar (lei de murphy) choveu torrencialmente no dia anterior e durante todo noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8512-M-yEI/AAAAAAAAJVs/ori2LlBF-e0/s1600/DSC_0061+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8512-M-yEI/AAAAAAAAJVs/ori2LlBF-e0/s400/DSC_0061+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrada, na parte que ainda está sem pavimento, estava um sabão. Com a GS carregada do jeito que estava, se estivesse com pneus lisos, provavelmente não passaria ileso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grande novidade do dia é que, quando começou o piso de terra, encontrei um camarada numa moto. &amp;nbsp;Quando vejo a moto Falcon com placa de Novo Hamburgo, parei-o imediatamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S852lnVZOoI/AAAAAAAAJV0/K_n0I85_09k/s1600/DSC_0066+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S852lnVZOoI/AAAAAAAAJV0/K_n0I85_09k/s400/DSC_0066+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Marcelo tem 25 anos e é aviador agrícola. Nas entre-safras viaja, com o dinheiro acumulado nos meses de trabalho. Gente boa demais.Resolvemos seguir juntos até &amp;nbsp;Cusco. Decisão acertada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um item interessante da viagem é que a estrada "fecha" se um grande trecho o dia inteiro e só abre durante 1 hora, entre as 12:00h e as 13:00. E são duas barreiras. Não podes parar entre elas. E não sabíamos disso. Chegamos 40 minutos antes da barreira abrir, ainda bem. Aproveitamos para comer uma bananas da floresta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S853SzTpHvI/AAAAAAAAJV8/fte7YqJqMJ0/s1600/DSC_0075+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S853SzTpHvI/AAAAAAAAJV8/fte7YqJqMJ0/s400/DSC_0075+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do barro, passamos bem. Para nada omitir, tombei, quase parado, dentro de um riacho. Apesar de colocar o controle de tração no modo off-road da GS, quando arrancamos de uma parada me esqueci de acioná-lo. Ao atravessar um córrego, carregado de água pelas chuvas, a roda deslizou na pedras, o controle de tração ativo, perdi o motor, e me quedei. Isso não foi nada. Eu e o Marcelo levamos uns 5 minutos para levantar a GS. Se tivesse sozinho, ia precisar esperar alguma boa alma alheia passar. Ou descarregar toda la moto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ponto alto da estrada tem 4.725m. A falcom, carburada, peidou bastante, mas foi bem. Chegou a marcar 8 graus no topo da cordilheira. Saí de Puerto Maldonado com 32 graus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8539ZOh-lI/AAAAAAAAJWE/IocGKanMQO4/s1600/DSC_0095+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8539ZOh-lI/AAAAAAAAJWE/IocGKanMQO4/s400/DSC_0095+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S854ceXGAJI/AAAAAAAAJWM/tdduUhJrDHU/s1600/DSC_0086+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S854ceXGAJI/AAAAAAAAJWM/tdduUhJrDHU/s400/DSC_0086+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos em Cusco as 6 da tarde, noite. Sujo e bastante desgastado. Resolvi ficar mais um dia em Cusco para me recuperar. Vou ter que mudar o roteiro e ir a Lima para verificar o pneu e o fato do cardã estar babando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S855N_PnPpI/AAAAAAAAJWU/4rgWqqJxOuU/s1600/DSC_0098+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S855N_PnPpI/AAAAAAAAJWU/4rgWqqJxOuU/s400/DSC_0098+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8076149552194545091?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8076149552194545091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8076149552194545091' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8076149552194545091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8076149552194545091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/puerto-maldonado-cusco.html' title='Puerto Maldonado a Cusco'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S851HjcJq2I/AAAAAAAAJVk/5jnJU07gPSQ/s72-c/DSC_0056+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4640811894087230904</id><published>2010-04-18T23:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:00:33.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Maldonado - Peru</title><content type='html'>Acordei cedo em Vilhena. A estrada vazia, pois era domingo, e uma pequena névoa cobria a paisagem, o que a deixava com contornos mais interessantes. Logo cheguei ao Acre. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou sendo telegráfico e os pouparei de contar as várias conversas ao longo do dia. Na parada desta foto, por exemplo, vieram correndo uma série de moradores no entorno - difícil ver casas né - de máquinas fotográficas em punho para sacá-las de la moto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85mgJCprpI/AAAAAAAAJUs/pPEy-mjgu6E/s1600/DSC_0028+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85mgJCprpI/AAAAAAAAJUs/pPEy-mjgu6E/s400/DSC_0028+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não cheguei a ir até Rio Branco, pois no trevo de 4 bocas há indicação da Rodovia do Pacífico (ou Interoceânica). Se segue na direção de Plácido de Castro, atalhando assim um bom caminho. Nos mapas essa rodovia aparece com AC-401, mas na placa está como BR-317.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85naXOAkmI/AAAAAAAAJU4/xtWNMPCKnU0/s1600/DSC_0044+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85naXOAkmI/AAAAAAAAJU4/xtWNMPCKnU0/s400/DSC_0044+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A estrada irregular, remendada, mas não há buracos como em Rondônia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85nr0Ah3yI/AAAAAAAAJVA/bShtq70ybXw/s1600/DSC_0048+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85nr0Ah3yI/AAAAAAAAJVA/bShtq70ybXw/s400/DSC_0048+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cheguei a Assis Brasil, na divisa com Inapari no Perú as 12:40 (horário do Perú, 2 horas a menos que o de Brasília). A imigração estava fechada, abrindo as 14:30h. Acabei almoçando em Assis Brasil e fiquei de bate papo com moradores locais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ingresso no Peru demorou mais de 1hora e se alguém quer saber como agilizar é o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;a) tem que dar saída do Brasil e apresentar o papel na Perú. Isso é feito na PF, que fica em um pórtico quando você vai para Assis Brasil - não tem como errar. Não fiz isso e tive que voltar. Lá na PF me informaram que pela manhã tinha passado outro motociclista, sozinho, que faria o mesmo trajeto meu, e era de Novo Hamburgo,&lt;br /&gt;b) tem que tirar cópia dos seguintes documentos: identidade ou passaporte, documento do veículo, carteira de motorista (me esqueci desta) e pasmem, do boleto de entrada do peru que você faz na imigração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem na imigração uma barraquinha com máquina de cópias, que se encontrava fechada, O funcionário da alfândega quebrou esse galho, junto com a cópia da carteira de motorista que não havia tirado antes. Abaixo, foto da imigração peruana, bem diferente da nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85r7JnnGfI/AAAAAAAAJVI/bnJzCYpLz8c/s1600/DSC_0052+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85r7JnnGfI/AAAAAAAAJVI/bnJzCYpLz8c/s400/DSC_0052+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Com todos esses atrasos, queria chegar em Puerto Maldonado antes de escurecer. Muitas curvas e, no lusco-fusco, em um areião em uma ponte, peguei um bando de vacas. Os bovinos ficaram tão assustados quanto eu, acredito, desvia de uma ou de outra, e nada de mais grave. Por falar nisso, animais na pista são comuns, tem que ficar esperto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85tKJf1IYI/AAAAAAAAJVQ/cYSKqwswbF0/s1600/DSC_0054+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85tKJf1IYI/AAAAAAAAJVQ/cYSKqwswbF0/s400/DSC_0054+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mas cheguei em Puerto Maldona já no começo da noite e aí veio um problema. Cansado, depois de um dia de viagem, colocar a moto numa balsa de 10 metros quadrados por uma rampa de madeira. Já vi até foto disso pela internet. Bem, mas ela entrou. Entrou e saiu, junto com outras 3 motos pequenas peruana (alguém deve errar a rampa de vez em quando e se estatelar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a saída é pior do que a entrada, pois a balsa estaciona de frente para uma subída íngreme (um morro de terra mesmo). Os peruanos saem embalando de dentro da balsa e até com o balseiro empurrando para pegar pique. A GS, com torque, e calçada com os karoo tirou de letra, mas quando cheguei lá em cima vi que os 3 motociclistas peruanos estavam esperando (e apostando provavelmente) que uma moto daquele tamanho não conseguiria embalar da balsa e subir o morro tão fácil. Decepcionei-os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pousei na Cabana Kinta, um hotel com vários bangalos, até que agradável e diária de cerca de 40 dólares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85wYkGWGkI/AAAAAAAAJVY/5ipngxgeEkk/s1600/dia2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85wYkGWGkI/AAAAAAAAJVY/5ipngxgeEkk/s640/dia2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;RELATOS DETALHADOS DESSE ROTEIRO PODEM SER VISTOS NO POST DO AMIGO E COMPANHEIRO MARCELO RESENDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marceloresende.multiply.com/journal/item/8/8"&gt;http://marceloresende.multiply.com/journal/item/8/8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-4640811894087230904?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/4640811894087230904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=4640811894087230904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4640811894087230904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4640811894087230904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/puerto-maldonado-peru.html' title='Puerto Maldonado - Peru'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S85mgJCprpI/AAAAAAAAJUs/pPEy-mjgu6E/s72-c/DSC_0028+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-6444780435428726127</id><published>2010-04-17T23:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:44:28.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vilhena, começo de Rondônia a Vista Alegre, final de Rondônia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Planejava chegar em Rio Branco, mas a buraqueira da BR364 é um negócio impressionante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O pneu traseiro perdeu ar nas pancadas, consertado com a ajuda de um “mestre” borracheiro de beira de estrada. Perdi o salpicadeiro traseiro da GS (mini paralama traseiro), em dois momentos, num primeiro buraco perdeu a parte de baixo e num segundo entortou de vez. Tive que tirá-lo em Ji Paraná;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S80SbnpvYvI/AAAAAAAAJMc/6FsSRiqW-ZE/s1600/DSC_0006+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S80SbnpvYvI/AAAAAAAAJMc/6FsSRiqW-ZE/s320/DSC_0006+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para variar, o cardã começou a babar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S80Sz-5OPMI/AAAAAAAAJMk/WpK76nQ1YdU/s1600/DSC_0007+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S80Sz-5OPMI/AAAAAAAAJMk/WpK76nQ1YdU/s320/DSC_0007+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bem, voltemos ao relato, enquanto escrevo aqui num notebook, num bar de vista alegre, tomando uma cerveja gelada e esperando a janta. Celular nem pensar, o sinal mais próximo deve estar a 300km daqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saí de Villhena pela manhã, cedo, as 6h. O desgaste do pneu em “velocidade de cruzeiro”&amp;nbsp; me assustou. Assim, decidi baixar para os 120 por hora. Nem precisava, pois a rodovia é controlada por buracos. Perto de Cacoal, então, nem se fala. &amp;nbsp;Os buracos povoam a Rondônia inteira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S80THzcy9wI/AAAAAAAAJMs/x6ce35bAhuE/s1600/DSC_0016+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S80THzcy9wI/AAAAAAAAJMs/x6ce35bAhuE/s400/DSC_0016+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como rodei com o pneu traseiro murcho, o “Tião borracheiro” disse que afetou a banda de rodagem. Pega daqui e dali, num se acha pneu em Ji-Paraná.&amp;nbsp; O Rubico, proprietário de uma V-Strom em Ji Paraná me emprestou um usado dele, para alguma emergência. O estou carregando em cima da mala traseira.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perdi a conta de carros com pneus estourados e até vi um acidente entre uma hilux e um caminhão, fruto dos desvios abruptos de caminhões por causa dos buracos e nem olham para trás, quem vem que se cuide. E a hilux foi ultrapassar na hora errada. Prejuízo só material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu mesmo fui jogado para o acostamento contrário algumas vezes, até pegar o jeito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu dia foi assim, serpenteando pelos buracos, andando a 100 por hora e as vezes menos. Imagino a tortura dos caminhoneiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Queria chegar em vista alegre antes de anoitecer. Todos com quem conversei, literalmente todos, disseram para evitar ficar nas cidades do norte do Rondônia, muito violentas segundo dizem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S80TZdCXZfI/AAAAAAAAJM0/sUP_SLlejKY/s1600/DSC_0018+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S80TZdCXZfI/AAAAAAAAJM0/sUP_SLlejKY/s400/DSC_0018+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cheguei a na balsa do rio madeira com o sol dando seus últimos suspiros, e lá fiquei por quase 1,5 hora.&amp;nbsp; A balsa encalhou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S80TpFC7KQI/AAAAAAAAJM8/scpJJ-m_bsE/s1600/DSC_0022+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S80TpFC7KQI/AAAAAAAAJM8/scpJJ-m_bsE/s400/DSC_0022+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saindo de lá cheguei em vista alegre, uns 30km depois. Cidade pequena mas muito simpática, hotel com TV e ar condicionado. Em frente um bar que serve uma cerveja bem gelada e um bifê na chapa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nota sobre Vista Alegre: agradável surpresa, a janta em frente ao hotel, em um bar simples, foi digna de nota. Um filé sobre uma chapa quente, com braseiro em baixo, queijo também sobre a chapa e banana, acompanhamento de arroz, farofa e um feijão que não era preto. Gostossísima, jantar dos deuses, no fim do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6444780435428726127?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6444780435428726127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6444780435428726127' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6444780435428726127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6444780435428726127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/vilhena-comeco-de-rondonia-vista-alegre.html' title='Vilhena, começo de Rondônia a Vista Alegre, final de Rondônia'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S80SbnpvYvI/AAAAAAAAJMc/6FsSRiqW-ZE/s72-c/DSC_0006+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-5486977058860009518</id><published>2010-04-16T21:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:45:54.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuiabá a Vilhena, entrando em Rondônia</title><content type='html'>Rondônia! Está aí um estado da federação que acredito nunca ter visitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi no café da manhã do Hotel Deville de Cuiabá a companhia do Jorge e o Célio, gente boníssima, do grupo V-Strom. O Jorge, inclusive, apesar das minhas insistências para não se incomodar, acabou me buscando no aeroporto ontem a noite e me deixou no hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encerrada a agradável conversa, recebi carona para pegar a moto. Após, o ritual de todo motoviajante, organizar as bagagens e fazer check-out no hotel. Acabei saindo lá pelas 11hs, bastante atrasado para meu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BR174 de Cuiabá a Vilhena está mais de 98% em boas condições, reformas em várias partes, mas os 2% restantes tem uma crateras lunares gigantescas e, para piorar, o asfalto vem bom e de repente o buraco. De moto foi relativamente fácil desviar, mas de carro acredito que tem muita gente trocando pneu e roda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8kAeV9qJTI/AAAAAAAAJMA/ylze1K808Z0/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8kAeV9qJTI/AAAAAAAAJMA/ylze1K808Z0/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei chegando em Vilhena no final da tarde. Freiei meu ímpeto de seguir adiante e fui procurar hotel. Me indicaram dois relativamente decentes, o Santa Rosa e o Diplomata, ambos nas cercanias da Rodoviária. Fiquei no primeiro, R$ 50,00, quarto grande, limpo, tv, frigobar, ar condicionado e um bom banho. Tem até wireless, de onde escrevo o presente post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a 1.250km de Rio &amp;nbsp;Branco, meu destino de amanhã. Quero ver se saio cedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8kA_d1eHCI/AAAAAAAAJMI/PWnZ2BwqICY/s1600/dia1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8kA_d1eHCI/AAAAAAAAJMI/PWnZ2BwqICY/s400/dia1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nota sobre o Pneu&lt;/b&gt;: primeiro trajeto longo que faço com os mtezeler Karoo T. Excelentes, pequena vibração, nada que incomode, chega-se a esquecer o pneu off ao se rodar no asfalto, mantendo média de cruzeiro dos pneus "on road" &amp;nbsp;usados anteriormente. Peguei pequena chuva, nenhum susto. Vamos ver a durabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8kEo1R6EEI/AAAAAAAAJMQ/lQ8xAxw8NxY/s1600/karoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8kEo1R6EEI/AAAAAAAAJMQ/lQ8xAxw8NxY/s400/karoo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-5486977058860009518?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/5486977058860009518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=5486977058860009518' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5486977058860009518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5486977058860009518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/cuiaba-vilhena-entrando-em-rondonia.html' title='Cuiabá a Vilhena, entrando em Rondônia'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8kAeV9qJTI/AAAAAAAAJMA/ylze1K808Z0/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-5824847760882051444</id><published>2010-04-13T21:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:14:55.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Peru - Trajeto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8UI9jJES3I/AAAAAAAAJL0/5jvF3jmZrHc/s1600/peru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8UI9jJES3I/AAAAAAAAJL0/5jvF3jmZrHc/s640/peru.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-5824847760882051444?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/5824847760882051444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=5824847760882051444' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5824847760882051444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5824847760882051444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/peru-trajeto.html' title='Peru - Trajeto'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8UI9jJES3I/AAAAAAAAJL0/5jvF3jmZrHc/s72-c/peru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-6689894896750093383</id><published>2010-04-06T10:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:54:04.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Planejando a Viagem ao Peru</title><content type='html'>No próximo dia 16 embarco para Cuiabá, onde pego a moto e sigo em direção ao Acre, para adentrar ao Perú. Deixarei a moto em Lima dia 25/04, retornando de avião, para depois pegá-la no final de maio e continuar subindo para o Equador, Colômbia e Venezuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Perú é o terceiro maior país da América latina e o tempo é pouco. Como já conheço Cuzco, Machupichu, pois entrei de carro por Puno, atravessando de balsa o lago Titicaca na Bolívia, descendo depois para Nazca e Arequipa, nessa viagem resolvi privilegiar um pouco mais o "centro" &amp;nbsp;do país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S7s7p9IGO9I/AAAAAAAAJF8/P54HexTc8zw/s1600/Peru_norte_completo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S7s7p9IGO9I/AAAAAAAAJF8/P54HexTc8zw/s320/Peru_norte_completo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, meu objetivo é, a partir de Rio Branco no Acre, pernoitar em Puerto Maldonado, depois um pouco adiante de Cuzco, para seguir para &lt;b&gt;Huaraz e a Cordilheira Branca&lt;/b&gt;, com tempo de retornar e conhecer um pouco de Lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontra-se muito material na Internet, desde mapas, quadro de distância e informações vitais e atualizadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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width: 526pt;" width="700"&gt;Mas os livros ainda são, para mim, uma fonte de pesquisa e leitura indispensável (leio muito, sempre, sobre o lugar que vou viajar... sugiro que façam isso.... já viajei com colegas, de moto ou carro, que não tinham a mínima idéia para onde estavam indo, consequentemente, acabava como um guia involuntário... o que é um saco... hehehe)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tenho há muito tempo a bíblia da América do Sul que é o Guia Criativo para o Viajante Independente da América do Sul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fnac.com.br/Imagens/Produtos/149/336844_1_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa vasculhada pela Fnac, livraria virtual, acabei encomendando alguns outros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S7s6rXU3inI/AAAAAAAAJF0/bibxADqzIgw/s1600/livros+peru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S7s6rXU3inI/AAAAAAAAJF0/bibxADqzIgw/s640/livros+peru.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar das boas fotos e qualidade visual do "Guia Visual" &amp;nbsp;da folha, se quiserem escolher somente um, optem pelo "Rough Guide".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, é claro, pode se enriquecer a cultura com livros sobre as civilizações que habitaram a região, tanto dos incas como das civilizações pré-incaicas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6689894896750093383?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6689894896750093383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6689894896750093383' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6689894896750093383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6689894896750093383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/04/planejando-viagem-ao-peru.html' title='Planejando a Viagem ao Peru'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S7s7p9IGO9I/AAAAAAAAJF8/P54HexTc8zw/s72-c/Peru_norte_completo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-2210376156325964365</id><published>2010-03-21T13:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:08:45.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley Fatboy 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZKNmMLddI/AAAAAAAAJEA/foVsfoew68o/s1600-h/P2180057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZKNmMLddI/AAAAAAAAJEA/foVsfoew68o/s400/P2180057.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a GS tá em cuiabá, esperando o retorno em abril para seguir para o Peru, estou andando com a harley por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZMKnN2JYI/AAAAAAAAJEc/sq6SiyuwpJs/s1600-h/harley+(8).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZMKnN2JYI/AAAAAAAAJEc/sq6SiyuwpJs/s400/harley+(8).JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é... comprei uma harley fatboy. Falei mal da HD durante toda a vida, mas acaba com que todo motociclista vai ter que passar por uma. Estranhei uma barbaridade, pois a R1200GS Adventure para de 200 a 0km somente com um dedo no manete do freio dianteiro. A harley necessita do freio do pé e o dianteiro serve para muito pouco (sim, não tem ABS, e a "fraquesa"&amp;nbsp; do freio ajuda a evitar tombos, pois você pode arrastar a traseira, mas se a dianteira arrastar é chão na certa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as pedaleiras, ou plataformas, nem se fala, arrastei no chão 66 vezes nas 40 primeiras curvas. Aos poucos pego jeito.&lt;br /&gt;na primeira viagem que fiz a Santa Maria tentei acompanhar o Reginaldo de XX e fui numa tocada de 140/160km. Cheguei quase morto, em função do vento, já que me recuso a colocar um parabrisa. Fui como &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;exterminador do futuro&lt;/span&gt; e voltei como&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;priscila, a rainha do deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a 100 por hora (ao menos não corro o risco de levar multas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZIgXLhC6I/AAAAAAAAJDo/USujCHb6nyY/s1600-h/harley+(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZIgXLhC6I/AAAAAAAAJDo/USujCHb6nyY/s400/harley+(1).JPG" vt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;depois daquela viagem, com ela original, implantei algumas adaptações que melhoram a moto umas 10 vezes, dentre as quais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) mufflers abertas, da redchoppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) instalação do DK, que alguns acham dispensáveis;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) instalação do guidão SS, de 18 polegadas, levantando o riser da moto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) manopla com Boss Throttle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) SB com churrasqueira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZIyOFCEGI/AAAAAAAAJDw/n86IprstiFk/s1600-h/harley+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZIyOFCEGI/AAAAAAAAJDw/n86IprstiFk/s400/harley+(5).JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para aqueles que não&amp;nbsp;são os verdadeiros motociclistas que se reúnem no HOG e sabem como ninguém, despachar uma moto sobre a carreta, mas vamos lá.... (heheeh ainda sou preconceituoso contra harlysta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) mufflers: silenciosos, ponteiras, escapamento, ou - para os mais antigos - cano de descarga;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) DK: dog-killer ou o vulgo "mata cachorro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) guidão SS: Seca Sovaco, uma direção mais alta, permitindo que quem tenha mais de 1,9m fique mais confortável em uma custom. provoca um "riser" (erguimento) da direção. Foi necessário trocar os cabos por um conjunto de flexíveis da aeroquip, até melhores que os originais, mas custaram o dobro do guidão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) manopla com Boss Throttle, o famoso retardador da desaceleração no punho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) SB com churrasqueira: Sissy Bar aquele negócio que a patroa acomoda as costas e a churrasqueira é o formato do acessório em que se leva a mochila ou outra carga qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZI_zitYRI/AAAAAAAAJD4/Hv2FaisdC-w/s1600-h/harley+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZI_zitYRI/AAAAAAAAJD4/Hv2FaisdC-w/s400/harley+(3).JPG" vt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas apesar de achar o guidão seca-sovaco muito alto, acabei me acostumando. Hoje teve o passeio ciclístico de Porto Alegre e fui de moto acompanhar o cortejo, ficando de olho nas "crias", que foram de bicicleta. Desce aqui, acolá, vou de batedor, corto trajeto, subo, acelero, volto... pessoal... ficou uma gostosura de andar nessa jubiraca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZK85CQ52I/AAAAAAAAJEM/9j9APUEQ66I/s1600-h/P2180061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZK85CQ52I/AAAAAAAAJEM/9j9APUEQ66I/s400/P2180061.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZLxe5O_WI/AAAAAAAAJEU/iZU5seCZXEo/s1600-h/P2180017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZLxe5O_WI/AAAAAAAAJEU/iZU5seCZXEo/s400/P2180017.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-2210376156325964365?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/2210376156325964365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=2210376156325964365' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/2210376156325964365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/2210376156325964365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/03/harley-fatboy-2009.html' title='Harley Fatboy 2009'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6ZKNmMLddI/AAAAAAAAJEA/foVsfoew68o/s72-c/P2180057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-3046860015919673858</id><published>2010-03-20T09:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:17:28.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Máquinas Fotográficas para Viagem - Comparativo</title><content type='html'>Quando você viaja de carro, o tamanho da máquina fotográfica é até secundário. Mas de mochila, ou, ainda, de moto, o peso das semi profissionais é acachapante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que vejo as fotografias dos outros e tenho a convicção de que são melhores que as minhas (convicção seguida de desânimo, heheeh), e não me digam que é a síndrome da "grama do vizinho é sempre mais verde".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na falta de talento (até curso de extensão universitária em fotografia já fiz), tento compensar com o equipamento. Mas uma Nikon D5000 com lente 18-200mm não é sinônimo de portabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo viagem, agora em abril, de Cuiabá com destino ao Acre e Peru (fazendo o trajeto da Interoceânica), e fico me perguntando que equipamento levar. Há tempos atrás eu havia comprado uma stylus 850sw, a prova de queda, água e frio com o objetivo de ser parceira nas viagens de moto. Mas as fotos dela nunca me convenceram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei no nublado sábado de Porto Alegre e montei o tripé ao lado da cama e me pus a tirar uma única foto com as máquinas e lentes que tinha a mão, tentando decidir que máquina levaria. Tempo nublado? Sim, porque com sol abundante até celular tira foto bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos lá. A paisagem ao lado é a vista do meu quarto (preguiçoso, eu sei, mas era cedo..hehehe). Tempo nublado, sem resquício de sol, proposital, pois sob boa condição de luminosidade "todos os gatos são pardos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As máquinas, na sequência:&lt;br /&gt;a) Sony W1 (antiguíssima, 5 megapixel, mas eficiente)&lt;br /&gt;b) Stylus 850sw (a prova de tudo, menos de fotografia ruim..hhehehe preconceito vale...)&lt;br /&gt;c) Nikon D5000 com lente 18-55mm (sinceramente, a lente é um &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;censurado por vários e-mails recebidos&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;d) Nikon D5000 com lente 18-200mm (composição que gosto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S7rTHV2fI/AAAAAAAAJCk/jm06Zi4UpaU/s1600-h/sony+w1+padr%C3%A3o+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S7rTHV2fI/AAAAAAAAJCk/jm06Zi4UpaU/s400/sony+w1+padr%C3%A3o+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sony W1 com seleção de fotografia padrão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S8G_pqJjI/AAAAAAAAJCs/2Ah8ekz_ih4/s1600-h/sony+w1+paisagem+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S8G_pqJjI/AAAAAAAAJCs/2Ah8ekz_ih4/s400/sony+w1+paisagem+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sony W1 com modo paisagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S81YjYzDI/AAAAAAAAJC0/gnm_KgxEfgQ/s1600-h/stylus+850+padr%C3%A3o+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S81YjYzDI/AAAAAAAAJC0/gnm_KgxEfgQ/s400/stylus+850+padr%C3%A3o+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stylus 850SW modo padrão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S9MG2oYlI/AAAAAAAAJC8/pXJf-N4yNMk/s1600-h/stylus+850+paisagem+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S9MG2oYlI/AAAAAAAAJC8/pXJf-N4yNMk/s400/stylus+850+paisagem+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stylus 850sw no modo paisagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S9dG4Z-UI/AAAAAAAAJDE/V64Stvwg2Sg/s1600-h/d5000+18+55mm+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S9dG4Z-UI/AAAAAAAAJDE/V64Stvwg2Sg/s400/d5000+18+55mm+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nikon D5000 com lente 18-55mm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S9214avWI/AAAAAAAAJDM/BGUomXm3k-M/s1600-h/d5000+18+55mm+filtro+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S9214avWI/AAAAAAAAJDM/BGUomXm3k-M/s400/d5000+18+55mm+filtro+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nikon D5000 com lente 18-55mm e filtro polarizado (com anel adaptador)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S-QONalHI/AAAAAAAAJDU/9pZhwBNMaGw/s1600-h/d5000+18+200mm+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S-QONalHI/AAAAAAAAJDU/9pZhwBNMaGw/s400/d5000+18+200mm+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nikon D5000 com lente 18-200mm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S-h5KO8LI/AAAAAAAAJDc/bInCtQFmEwk/s1600-h/d5000+18+200+mm+filtro+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S-h5KO8LI/AAAAAAAAJDc/bInCtQFmEwk/s400/d5000+18+200+mm+filtro+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nikon D5000 com lente 18-200mm e filtro polarizado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repararam na diferença que faz um lente na mesma máquina. Acho que faz dois meses que a revista Fotografe Melhor publicou um comparativo entre as máquinas Nikon D3000, D5000 e D90, que usam o mesmo processador. Mas nas duas primeiras a lente era 18-55mm e na última 18-100mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos publicadas davam nítida vantagem para a D90 com lentes 18-100mm, mas como seria seu desempenho com a 18-55mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpem os usuários da Nikon com uma 18-55mm, mas a lente é &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;censurado&lt;/span&gt;.... (comentário instrutivo hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Dentre os mails recebidos comentando a matéria, reproduzo um de um colega (omiti o nome pois não me autorizou a divulgá-lo), mas certamente entende muito mais do que eu...heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bah Ramon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Assim tu me cansa! heheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;É lógico que a 18-55 não tem pretensão de fazer frente às lentes mais caras da Nikon. Eu tenho cinco lentes Nikkor aqui (inclusive tenho uma 18-200 igual essa tua), de todas a 18-55 é a mais simples. Esse tipo de comparação já fiz várias vezes, e logicamente as lentes mais caras sempre ganham...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim ela está muito longe de ser lixo! Sinceramente, na sua comparação, lixo mesmo ficaram (aos meus olhos) as fotos da Sony e da Stylus... a Sony com cores desequilibradas e artificiais, e a Stylus nem se fala, lixo total, acho que perde pas fotos do meu celular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Veja o site abaixo, você pode filtrar as fotos por tipo de câmera ou lente. Veja esse link com fotos da 18-55... para uma lente barata (de entrada da marca), não está nada ruim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pixel-%20peeper.com/%20lenses/?lens=%20179"&gt;http://www.pixel-%20peeper.com/%20lenses/?lens= 179&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pra viagens a 18-200 é a lente ideal, desque que não se importe com tamanho e peso. Eu saí de moto um final de semana com a 200 e me bastou. Pra mim passou do ponto pra levar na moto. Mas se tu não te importa com isso, é uma ótima opção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se quiseres ver as fotos da D5000 melhorarem muito mesmo, faça em NEF e abra no programa Nikon Capture NX. Daí vais perceber porque pagou caro pelo equipamento! É grande a diferença na riqueza de cores e contrastes (não pretendo extender a discussão sobre tempo gasto convertendo imagens!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Percebi uma diferença de profundidade de foco nas tuas fotos com a 18-200 e a 18-55. Usaste ambas na mesma abertura e velocidade de obturador? Pergunto porque fotos com aberturas diferentes dão resultados diferentes, principalmente em amplitude de foco (profundidade de campo) e nitidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Também localizei um artigo interessante sobre fotografia, vale a pena ler, antes de comprar ou trocar sua máquina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kenrockwell.com/tech/not-camera-pt.htm"&gt;http://www.kenrockwell.com/tech/not-camera-pt.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-3046860015919673858?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/3046860015919673858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=3046860015919673858' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3046860015919673858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3046860015919673858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/03/maquinas-fotograficas-para-viagem.html' title='Máquinas Fotográficas para Viagem - Comparativo'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6S7rTHV2fI/AAAAAAAAJCk/jm06Zi4UpaU/s72-c/sony+w1+padr%C3%A3o+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-5521677686310710826</id><published>2010-03-16T18:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:29:30.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot - Rastreador Pessoal por Satélite</title><content type='html'>Já tinha ouvido falar do tal de "sapinho laranaja", ou spot, utilizado por muitos parceiros de aventuras em viagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5_3sfgeroI/AAAAAAAAJBE/ZiglXjBltUg/s1600-h/SPOT_Photoshoot016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5_3sfgeroI/AAAAAAAAJBE/ZiglXjBltUg/s400/SPOT_Photoshoot016.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi ao reparar mais de perto o assunto, acompanhando suas viagens pela internet, que me dei por conta da utilidade desse pequeno equipamento. Vai se tornar, logo logo, equipamento indispensável a qualquer viajante. Ele permite enviar mensagens pré-programadas para qualquer e-mail ou celular e, na função siga-me, você cria uma página na internet onde familiares podem diminuir as preocupações e ver por onde você anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5_3p3Vs7JI/AAAAAAAAJA8/a8nhDny1fLA/s1600-h/SPOT_Wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5_3p3Vs7JI/AAAAAAAAJA8/a8nhDny1fLA/s400/SPOT_Wallpaper.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adquiri o meu com o amigo Felipe da Forbike (&lt;a href="http://wwww.forbike.com.br/"&gt;wwww.forbike.com.br&lt;/a&gt;) &amp;nbsp;e quem tiver curiosidade sobre o assunto o site é bastante explicativo. &lt;a href="http://www.findmespot.com.br/"&gt;www.findmespot.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-5521677686310710826?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/5521677686310710826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=5521677686310710826' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5521677686310710826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5521677686310710826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/03/spot-rastreador-pessoal-por-satelite.html' title='Spot - Rastreador Pessoal por Satélite'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5_3sfgeroI/AAAAAAAAJBE/ZiglXjBltUg/s72-c/SPOT_Photoshoot016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-7133199245540048004</id><published>2010-02-15T23:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:31:16.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapada dos Guimarães</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J19_7x0rI/AAAAAAAAJKY/qC-JcBCv-Ps/s1600/DSC_0273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J19_7x0rI/AAAAAAAAJKY/qC-JcBCv-Ps/s400/DSC_0273.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta pequena etapa rumo a viagem ao Perú, a passagem pela chapada das guimarães é a que merece uma nota digna, pois, para meu gosto, o pantanal em si num tem nada que mereça, de um viajante, passagem prolongada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J2Kd8q6nI/AAAAAAAAJKg/vJTvR2OQaog/s1600/DSC_0267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J2Kd8q6nI/AAAAAAAAJKg/vJTvR2OQaog/s400/DSC_0267.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J2W9SNU4I/AAAAAAAAJKo/uGBhql6KEio/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J2W9SNU4I/AAAAAAAAJKo/uGBhql6KEio/s400/DSC_0268.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chapada tem vários atrativos, mas a vista do marco geodésico é de tirar o folêgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J2lrgkfwI/AAAAAAAAJKw/p8ZO91HkHqs/s1600/DSC_0285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J2lrgkfwI/AAAAAAAAJKw/p8ZO91HkHqs/s400/DSC_0285.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J2wpfo6mI/AAAAAAAAJK4/tcqTdmqO6P8/s1600/DSC_0287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J2wpfo6mI/AAAAAAAAJK4/tcqTdmqO6P8/s400/DSC_0287.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por indicação, almocei no restaurante do Penhasco (ou algo assim), uma vista também estonteante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J2-k9ToFI/AAAAAAAAJLA/YMkA7sP3Stc/s1600/DSC_0292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J2-k9ToFI/AAAAAAAAJLA/YMkA7sP3Stc/s400/DSC_0292.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J3K2px4oI/AAAAAAAAJLI/wa67VEG53OE/s1600/DSC_0304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J3K2px4oI/AAAAAAAAJLI/wa67VEG53OE/s400/DSC_0304.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei na Cachoeira Véu de Noiva no retorno a Cuiabá. Na volta, a vista da cidade do Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J3k20aU6I/AAAAAAAAJLQ/iHbFl-0lkWM/s1600/DSC_0311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J3k20aU6I/AAAAAAAAJLQ/iHbFl-0lkWM/s400/DSC_0311.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J3s24wnyI/AAAAAAAAJLY/uJz7cmKwA8o/s1600/DSC_0313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J3s24wnyI/AAAAAAAAJLY/uJz7cmKwA8o/s400/DSC_0313.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-7133199245540048004?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/7133199245540048004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=7133199245540048004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7133199245540048004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7133199245540048004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/02/chapada-dos-guimaraes.html' title='Chapada dos Guimarães'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S8J19_7x0rI/AAAAAAAAJKY/qC-JcBCv-Ps/s72-c/DSC_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-5805860663685925664</id><published>2010-02-14T10:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:16:51.434-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Santo Antônio Leverger e Barão do Melgaço</title><content type='html'>Acordei relativamente disposto após 2.800km de viagem em dois dias. O Dia estava chuvoso em Cuiabá. Aquela chuva intermitente, hora sol, hora chuva. Resolvi seguir o roteiro, para Santo Antônio Leverger, encostada em Cuaibá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6OGMiDVrtI/AAAAAAAAJBo/4xTG3k9m9yo/s1600-h/1236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6OGMiDVrtI/AAAAAAAAJBo/4xTG3k9m9yo/s400/1236.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Época de Carnaval, com as ruas coloridas e um monte de pessoas com cara de ressaca pela rua. Passei rápido, pois queria almoçar em Barão do Melgaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6OGrDzmxiI/AAAAAAAAJBw/IpN2mGnEbCo/s1600-h/1249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6OGrDzmxiI/AAAAAAAAJBw/IpN2mGnEbCo/s400/1249.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrada até barão do Melgaço está asfaltada, exceto por 2 ou 3 km. Justamente esses, com chuva e um pneu traseiro remoldado de twister em uma moto de mais de 300kg. Mas fui sem sustos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6OG64RV0CI/AAAAAAAAJB4/bKMgYw0reao/s1600-h/1256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6OG64RV0CI/AAAAAAAAJB4/bKMgYw0reao/s640/1256.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aslfato chegou cedo em Melgaço, pois a cidade oferece muito pouca estrutura de recepção de visitantes. Procurei e confesso que não achei um restaurante decente. Tentei até ver um "translado" para a Bahia de Chacororé, mas o tempo chuvoso e o calor me desanimaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei retornando para num entrocamento da MT 040 com a MT361, onde parei num bar de beira de estrada para tomar um refrigerante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisso chega o Sr. Pina, Elisei e Milton (se não me engano), de carro. O Sr. Pina conta longas histórias sobre suas viagens de Gold Wing e insistiram em eu ficar para o almoço. Galinha caipira com arroz. Fiquei. Longas histórias que a preguiça não me deixa relatar. Todos era aviadores, ai já viu né. Mas uma longa conversa agradável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6OHLJLLLGI/AAAAAAAAJCA/K6eKbOPuKUI/s1600-h/1238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6OHLJLLLGI/AAAAAAAAJCA/K6eKbOPuKUI/s400/1238.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei no final da tarde, passando por Santo Antonio do Leverger no final da tarde, pegando uma "cheia| &amp;nbsp;do rio. As ruas próximas ao rio completamente alagadas (os ribeirinhos devem estar acostumados). Inventei de rodas cerca de 500 metros dentro da água, cuidando para a água não entrar no filtro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molhou parte dos contatos do motor (completamente submerso) e acusou falha no óleo. Para verifica, olha óleo, etc... decidi tocar em frente. Após uns quilômetros os contatos secaram e a luz apagou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-5805860663685925664?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/5805860663685925664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=5805860663685925664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5805860663685925664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5805860663685925664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/02/santo-antonio-leverger-e-barao-do.html' title='Santo Antônio Leverger e Barão do Melgaço'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S6OGMiDVrtI/AAAAAAAAJBo/4xTG3k9m9yo/s72-c/1236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-9161165862840124497</id><published>2010-02-13T13:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:06:50.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Pneu (Pirelli Scorpion Trail) Perdido em Rio Verde-MT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como o roteiro de viagem é longo resolvi viajar com meus pneus de Porto Alegre, trocando-os em Cuiabá. Estava usando um Metzeler Tourance XP na Dianteira, com uns 12.000km e um Pirelli Scorpion Trail na traseira, com quase 6.000km.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apesar do Scorpion Trail “grudar” no asfalto, seco ou molhado, transmitindo segurança na pilotagem, me surpreendi como gasta rápido demais (tá certo que o verão está sendo muito quente).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ao passar por Dourados senti que o comportamento da moto não era o mesmo. Perto de Rio Verde o asfalto molhou e a moto insistia em escorregar. Parei num posto de combustíveis e fui almoçar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kUJyAN1oI/AAAAAAAAJAg/kN91eSBrVhE/s1600-h/1228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kUJyAN1oI/AAAAAAAAJAg/kN91eSBrVhE/s400/1228.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ao chegar perto da moto para embarcar vi que o carda estava preto, parecendo óleo. Arrepiei, porque as GS 1200 Adventure tiveram sérios problemas de vazamento do óleo do cardã nas primeiras séries. Mas o retentor estava seco, sem vazamentos visíveis. De onde vinha aquele “óleo”? do Pneu. Estava aparecendo as malhas de aço (por isso os escorregões na chuva, talvez). Na foto abaixo um Pirelli Scorpion Trail com 6.800km.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kUNGcBVnI/AAAAAAAAJAo/imCz_3l7Vcw/s1600-h/1229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kUNGcBVnI/AAAAAAAAJAo/imCz_3l7Vcw/s400/1229.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas sábado a tarde, em Rio Verde, onde achar um pneu compatível. Um cliente do posto me alcançou o celular do Eliseu, da revenda Yamaha. Atencioso, cordial e na falta de um pneu ao menos de XT600, nem usado, fomos encontrar um pneu remoldado de twister para a traseira (marca Rodabem). Aro 17, sem câmera, servindo aos propósitos, e de largura 130, ao invés dos 150 originais. Remoldado ou não, maneirando no acelerador eu chegaria lá, e fizemos a troca. – R$ 150,00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kUSKN9cII/AAAAAAAAJAw/GqvO9y8d4Mo/s1600-h/1230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kUSKN9cII/AAAAAAAAJAw/GqvO9y8d4Mo/s400/1230.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No começo fui com a mão leve e...... depois me esqueci. Quando parei para abastecer o pneu remoldado fedia a borracha queimada e certamente estava a mais de 100 graus. Com mais de 500kg de peso e andando a .... (omitindo velocidades).. o pneu fedeu demais, mas agüentou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Depois acho que a borracha do remoldado “curou”. Cheirava menos a queimado e me transmitiu segurança. Cheguei bem em Cuiabá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-9161165862840124497?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/9161165862840124497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=9161165862840124497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/9161165862840124497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/9161165862840124497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/02/um-pneu-pirelli-scorpion-trail-perdido.html' title='Um Pneu (Pirelli Scorpion Trail) Perdido em Rio Verde-MT'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kUJyAN1oI/AAAAAAAAJAg/kN91eSBrVhE/s72-c/1228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-5038204030883077442</id><published>2010-02-12T12:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:01:00.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De Porto Alegre - RS e Naviraí - MS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kTIyRlOSI/AAAAAAAAJAM/bDSKKQoc4fk/s1600-h/1214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kTIyRlOSI/AAAAAAAAJAM/bDSKKQoc4fk/s200/1214.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A intenção inicial era chegar em Dourados-MS no primeiro dia de viagem. Todavia viajei a serviço no dia anterior para Uruguaiana, distante 600km. Acabei chegando quase as 4 da madrugada de sexta-feira em casa. Descansei por 4 horas e organizei a bagagem, saindo de Porto Alegre as 9 da manhã, 3 horas depois do previsto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A estrada estava quente e eu atrasado. Fui relativamente devagar, querendo curtir a viagem. Ainda no RS, passando a cidade de Carazinho, levei uma multa de radar de nossa gloriosa PRF (meus amigos da PRF me desculpem pelo jocoso) por estar a 110km/h numa reta, descida, numa BMW R1200GS Adventure&amp;nbsp; onde algum burocrata taxou a velocidade de 80 por hora. Claro que&amp;nbsp; “eles” ficam na descida porque ninguém, de sã consciência, anda a 80 naquele local. E isso que eu vinha curtindo a vida e me arrastando a 110 na estrada, uma única mão na direção, sentado no banco traseiro, jaqueta aberta e pegando um ar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a multa me acordou e voltei ao ritmo normal (nem vou citar a velocidade aqui), ficando mais “esperto” e sem nenhuma multa nos outros 2.800km rodados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kTXJ78NFI/AAAAAAAAJAU/K3y2Kz9oZkA/s1600-h/1225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kTXJ78NFI/AAAAAAAAJAU/K3y2Kz9oZkA/s400/1225.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fiz o roteiro clássico passando por Barracão. Em Toledo encontrei um casal de Curitiba numa V-Strom 650 que estava indo para Bonito. Já era final da tarde. Gente agradável e simpática. Como estavam indo para dormir em Guaíra, mesmo trajeto, tocamos a ida juntos, já que andavam relativamente bem. Antes de Guaíra começou a cair um caldo de água. Mas resolvi tocar ao menos até Naviraí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chegamos a noite, cansados. No posto de Toledo um pessoal de Campo Grande havia me recomendado o hotel 2 gaúchos. E são gaúchos mesmo, heheheh. Hotel&amp;nbsp; bom e barato, a tocada ao menos valeu a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-5038204030883077442?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/5038204030883077442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=5038204030883077442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5038204030883077442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5038204030883077442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/02/de-porto-alegre-rs-e-navirai-ms.html' title='De Porto Alegre - RS e Naviraí - MS'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S5kTIyRlOSI/AAAAAAAAJAM/bDSKKQoc4fk/s72-c/1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-6566939063720255713</id><published>2010-01-30T16:09:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:56:55.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Planejando uma viagem pelo NORTE da América do Sul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho pensado, já faz uns 2 anos, uma maneira de fazer uma viagem longa de moto, aproveitando o tempo que me sobra, os feriadões. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Viajar, deixar a moto em uma garagem e retornar de avião. Noutro feriado, volto de avião e sigo viagem, a assim vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; A moto deve ficar cerca de 1 ano fora de Porto Alegre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A primeira parte da viagem já está definida, as outras podem estar sujeitas a mudanças, mas o roteiro ficou assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Trecho 1 – Porto Alegre a Cuiabá (Pantanal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;12/02/2010 (sexta) a 16/02/2010 (terça)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;12/02/2010 – Porto Alegre – Dourados/MS – 1.235km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;13/02/2010 – Cuiabá – 922 km &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;14/02/2010 – Barão de Melgaço (Pantanal), por Santo Antonio Leverger – cerca de 120km volta para Cuiabá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;15/02/2010 – Poconé (Pantanal) – 115km, Cáceres (só para conhecer) volta para Cuiabá, total de 530km &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;16/02/2010 – Chapada dos Guimarães – 65km, volta para Cuiabá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;16/02/2010 – Voô para Porto Alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bMznWYrfI/AAAAAAAAI9w/ZaiYzuS4HcE/s1600-h/trecho1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bMznWYrfI/AAAAAAAAI9w/ZaiYzuS4HcE/s400/trecho1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Trecho 2- Cuiabá até Lima (Peru), via Rio Branco, Acre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;16/04/2010 (Sexta) a 25/04/2010 (domingo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;16/04/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;17/04/2010 a 19/04/2010 – Cuiabá a Rio Branco – 1.915km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Passando por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tangará da Serra – 245km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ji Paraná – 792 km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porto Velho – 372km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Rio Branco – 506km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nota: O Rodrigo, de Rondônia, me alertou que o trajeto "normal" é por Cuiabá, Cáceres, Pontes e Lacerda, Comodoro, Vilhena e segue. Ainda vou me informar melhor sobre o trecho que pretendia, cruzando por Tangará, e, se não for em condições muito ruins, devo fazê-lo para fugir um pouco do lugar comum e rodovias principais. Mas agradeço o comentário Rodrigo (deixe seu mail para contato, por favor, abraços).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;20/04/2010 – Rio Branco até Assis Brasil – 210km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Inapari – Puerto Maldonado 200km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;21/04/2010 – Puerto Maldonado – Cuzco – 510km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;22/04/2010 – Dia reservado para algum imprevisto ou andanças na cordilheira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;23/04/2010 e 24/04/2010 – Cuzco a Lima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;25/04/2010 – Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;25/04/2010 – Volta ao Brasil, de avião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bM72mlF6I/AAAAAAAAI94/C3fMAoREovw/s1600-h/trecho2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bM72mlF6I/AAAAAAAAI94/C3fMAoREovw/s400/trecho2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Trecho 3 – Lima (Peru) até Manaus, passando pela Colômbia, Equador, Venezuela e Manaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Possivelmente no entorno do feriado de Corpus Cristhi no começo de junho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trecho 4- Saindo de Manaus e iniciando o Retorno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Feriado de 7 de setembro ou de 12 de outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6566939063720255713?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6566939063720255713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6566939063720255713' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6566939063720255713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6566939063720255713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/01/planejando-uma-viagem-pelo-norte-da.html' title='Planejando uma viagem pelo NORTE da América do Sul'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bMznWYrfI/AAAAAAAAI9w/ZaiYzuS4HcE/s72-c/trecho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-9058049332855127163</id><published>2010-01-30T10:01:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:16:41.366-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Motivos da Viagem "Interrompida"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esses dias peguei uma carona com meu pai, já aposentado, e conversei sobre algumas idéias de vida e de viagens. E, dentre outras longas histórias (meu pai daria um livro, bem grande) ele me falou que seu pai (meu avô), quando ele tinha a minha idade (já estou chegando nos 50), falou para ele: "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.. filho, se algum dia tiver vontade e condições de fazer algo, faça. Porque vai haver um tempo em que terás vontade e não terás condições, ou terás condições e não terás mais vontade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bEIr3MeDI/AAAAAAAAI9U/O6A-Mx1HmuU/s1600-h/920-F075-v2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bEIr3MeDI/AAAAAAAAI9U/O6A-Mx1HmuU/s320/920-F075-v2.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Nos últimos anos tenho feito minhas viagens de carro ou moto pelo SUL da América do Sul, dissecando a Argentina, Chile e Bolívia. Fiquei deslumbrado com a Patagônia e principalmente com a Carretera Austral, lugar com a paisagem mais bela que já vi. Fui a Ushuia e para espanto de alguns, mais de uma vez (o que não se faz pelos amigos), e uma delas em pleno inverno, e andei pelo sul e leste da Bolívia, sempre acima de 3 ou 4 mil metros, o que anda me cansando, seja pelo excesso de gordurinhas, seja pela idade. De MachuPichu a Nazca foi uma epopéia, com problemas mecânicos, na estrada com mais curvas que já tive oportunidade de andar. A ruta 16 na Argentina e o Atacama viraram amigos, tantas as vezes que passei por lá, pois é roteiro de saída de Porto Alegre para o oceano pacífico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bEWSC0cPI/AAAAAAAAI9c/n0RDSNovRsE/s1600-h/VStrom4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bEWSC0cPI/AAAAAAAAI9c/n0RDSNovRsE/s320/VStrom4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Todavia, exceto por uma viagem ao Chile de 15 dias, de moto, em 2004, relativamente calma, o resto foi tudo na correria, ou rodando 1.400km de moto por dia, ou virando a noite dirigindo carro, em revezamento, tanto que quando vim de Ushuaia para Porto Alegre, no inverno de 2007, levamos 42 horas. Ou seja, aproveitando os “feriadões”, ou algum restolho de férias, pois nas mesmas tenho priorizado viajar como uma pessoal “normal” com a família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O Norte do Brasil ou da América do Sul fica inacessível nesses prazos e, exceto uma ida de carro ao deserto do Jalapão em 2007, ou tiros curtos de moto para Goiás, norte do RJ, pouco tenho “subido”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bEfEsPSNI/AAAAAAAAI9k/BxQxVx5Kgrg/s1600-h/Vstrom3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bEfEsPSNI/AAAAAAAAI9k/BxQxVx5Kgrg/s320/Vstrom3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Não tenho tempo, e, se trabalho, ganho, se viajo, não ganho e gasto, que equação cruel. É, ainda estou naquela ampla maioria dos brasileiros que tem que trabalhar para viver. Talvez daqui a 50 anos.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-9058049332855127163?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/9058049332855127163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=9058049332855127163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/9058049332855127163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/9058049332855127163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/01/os-motivos-da-viagem-interrompida.html' title='Os Motivos da Viagem &quot;Interrompida&quot;'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2bEIr3MeDI/AAAAAAAAI9U/O6A-Mx1HmuU/s72-c/920-F075-v2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-7881470848075117925</id><published>2010-01-29T22:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:17:06.138-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mala de Alumínio da R1200GS - Como tapar a fechadura!</title><content type='html'>A mala de alumínio que acompanha da R1200GS Adventure, a partir de 2006 (a minha é 2007) é produzida pela Touratech, se não me engano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se comparadas as antigas malas de alumínio da R1150GS Adventure, o camarada toma um susto, tal a diferença de acabamento entre as duas (óbvio que a antiga era melhor). Mas as novas malas são funcionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema dessas malas são as tampinhas de borracha que protegem as fechaduras do barro, poeira, etc... e são 8 ao todo, cujo acesso é com a mesma chave da moto. As malas das GS 2006 até 2008, acredito, vieram com as "lock covers" inteiramente de borracha. O problema é que não há paciência que resista enfiar aquele troço molenga fechadura adentro (quando eu ficar velho deverei passar trabalho..hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2txLWoeZlI/AAAAAAAAI_Q/vrzqE_lXZ-4/s1600-h/lock+covers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2txLWoeZlI/AAAAAAAAI_Q/vrzqE_lXZ-4/s400/lock+covers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumo: você meio que fechava, tacava uma fita isolante no que não iria mecher mais e, mesmo assim, volta e meia uma fechadura ficava entupida de poeira, barro, etc.. dificultando a abertura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um desses encontros, o Marcelo Resende me falou que as novas lock covers vinham com plástico rígido, facilitando enormemente o "tamponamento" das benditas fechaduras. Ele tinha comprado algumas na Officer. Quando fui atrás do preço (mais de R$ 50,00 cada uma) desisti.&amp;nbsp;Recentemente comprei em New Jersey as benditas, mesmo assim a salgados U$ 6,00 cada uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda etapa da missão, todavia é "trocar" as benditas. Segundo o Resende, exigiria paciência, tempo e ferramentas, pois tinha passado trabalho. Me "armei" de boa vontade em uma noite de verão de 30 graus em Porto Alegre e fui a luta. Quando fui encaixar a primeira, com a ajuda de uma alicate, puff... encaixou de primeira, e eu disse "...esse Resende faz tempestade em copo d'água". Contudo, foi sorte de principiante, pois as outras 7 me exigiram mais de meia hora e um elevado grau de paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2txXf5eofI/AAAAAAAAI_Y/gmjkAJXKoeY/s1600-h/DSC02570+(Copiar).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2txXf5eofI/AAAAAAAAI_Y/gmjkAJXKoeY/s400/DSC02570+(Copiar).JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas valeu a pena, ao menos agora não tenho que voltar das viagens e ficar limpando fechadura de mala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-7881470848075117925?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/7881470848075117925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=7881470848075117925' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7881470848075117925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7881470848075117925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/01/mala-de-aluminio-da-r1200gs-como-tapar.html' title='Mala de Alumínio da R1200GS - Como tapar a fechadura!'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2txLWoeZlI/AAAAAAAAI_Q/vrzqE_lXZ-4/s72-c/lock+covers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4855981112382862703</id><published>2010-01-29T15:01:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:03:20.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>GPS: A Garmin tem futuro? Qual aparelho comprar?</title><content type='html'>Tenho comentado que os aparelhos de GPS estão passando por uma revolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não sou especialista em GPS mas já os uso a mais de 10 anos. Atualmente tenho um Zumo 550, um MAP 276C e um MAP60CS, todos da Garmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2iAI5dZ41I/AAAAAAAAI-E/66H3RQ8gPgQ/s1600-h/map276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2iAI5dZ41I/AAAAAAAAI-E/66H3RQ8gPgQ/s320/map276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No começo achei o Zumo meio "simplezinho", com poucos comandos, ao contrário do 276C, onde tudo é parametrizável. O MAP276C parece uma calculadora HP12C, enquanto o ZUMO550 uma com as 4 operações básicas. Mas isso foi um acerto da Garmin, pois a maioria esmagadora dos usuários não usava as funções do MAP276c (esse sim um GPS completo), se limitando ao que foi inserido no Zumo. Tanto é assim que, apesar do "estranhamento" &amp;nbsp;inicial, atualmente só viajo com o Zumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2iAPaJ2vMI/AAAAAAAAI-M/uIg1BmKnqdw/s1600-h/zumo550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2iAPaJ2vMI/AAAAAAAAI-M/uIg1BmKnqdw/s320/zumo550.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É comum nos fóruns de discussão pela internet o pessoal perguntar qual o aparelho mais apropriado, até mesmo porque a Garmin lançou, para motocicletas, o Zumo 660. Na época comentei que, apesar de estar viajando para o exterior (onde os preços são civilizados) não tinha o mínimo interesse de migrar para o Zumo660, apesar de ávido "consumidor" &amp;nbsp;de GPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o motivo é simples. O GPS, puro e simples, se não desaparecer, vai mudar bastante, e a Garmin vai ter que buscar seu nicho, sob pena de desaparecer, assim como os acendedores de lampiões quando do advento da energia elétrica. O mundo está mudando cada vez mais rápido e é fácil fazer uma lista de atividades que rapidamente se tornaram obsoletas. Não faz muito tempo eu tinha conhecidos que viviam do "aluguel de linhas telefônicas". Dito hoje, parece piada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que um GPS de moto é completamente diferente de um de automóvel, notadamente pela necessidade de resistência a vibração e intempéries (chuva, vento, cocô de passarinho, etc...). Mas esse mundo está mudando muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses tempos eu havia lido que a Nokia iria liberar o acesso a seus mapas e sistemas de navegação, como de fato liberou, é tudo free. Isso faz parte de um plano de combate aos novos telefones móveis com sistema Android, da google, que oferecem a navegação nativa pelo google maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2iAmkwLdKI/AAAAAAAAI-Y/Jd8gOQ7yf-8/s1600-h/ovi+maps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2iAmkwLdKI/AAAAAAAAI-Y/Jd8gOQ7yf-8/s320/ovi+maps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Esse sistema da Nokia (OVI) não tem NADA a ver com aquele google maps nativo, que fica localizando pela rede e baixando o mapa da google a "conta-gotas". Você, para as Américas, baixa mapas de mais de 1GB para o cartão. Baixa também o roteador, voz, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela empresa uso um combativo Nokia E71, que tem GPS INTEGRADO. Está a anos-luz, de atraso, do poder de conectividade blackberry bold que já usei ou das firulas do Iphone, mas é um celular surpreendentemente prático. Esses dias baixei o mapa da América do Sul e os sistema de navegação da Nokia, agora free. Como possui GPS, a precisão e detalhamento dos mapas fazem querer você jogar os Garmins pela janela (o city navigator 2010, que paguei U$ 99 por uma licença oficial é uma piada e o tracksource é um projeto mais cheio de boas intenções do que &amp;nbsp;capacidade de navegação). Nota: os desenvolvedores são abnegados, oferecem o produto de melhor qualidade para GPS Garmin no Brasil e não cobram nada por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xv7B2asC7ok"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xv7B2asC7ok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao baixar o sistema Nokia para o celular 5800 da piazada então, nem se fala, bota no bolso a maioria dos navegadores chineses vendidos pelas Lojas Americanas (que tem roteamento melhor que o Garmin, diga-se de passagem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, os aparelhos de GPS, propriamente dito, se não desaparecerem no futuro, certamente terão um mercado restrito, pois o avanço da portabilidade e dos aparelhos multifuncionais certamente abocanhará seu espaço. Do que vai viver a Garmin (com o excelente Mapsource- ao menos referência no mercado)? Num sei, mas taí uma companhia que vai precisar se reinventar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notas: apesar de não comprar um Zumo 660, adquiri um celular HTC HD Touch no exterior. Bonito e elegante e rodando o miserável Windows Mobile 6.1. Após 1 mês me "esforçando" &amp;nbsp;para usar minha "bela" aquisição, voltei ao combativo Nokia E71. O que eu faço com o HTC HD? Num sei, to querendo vender pelo que lá paguei.. heheheheh.... e apesar da idade eu ainda continuo caindo nessas frias...... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;(vendido a um colega do BMWRiders tão logo anunciei aqui...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2iA6ViZwkI/AAAAAAAAI-g/rmCDuzUgv4A/s1600-h/htc-touch-hd-combo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2iA6ViZwkI/AAAAAAAAI-g/rmCDuzUgv4A/s320/htc-touch-hd-combo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-4855981112382862703?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/4855981112382862703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=4855981112382862703' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4855981112382862703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4855981112382862703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/01/gps-garmin-tem-futuro-qual-aparelho.html' title='GPS: A Garmin tem futuro? Qual aparelho comprar?'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S2iAI5dZ41I/AAAAAAAAI-E/66H3RQ8gPgQ/s72-c/map276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8349021646526834105</id><published>2010-01-01T16:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:42:31.270-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Square - Virada do Ano</title><content type='html'>Apesar de estarmos a poucas quadras, o fato de estar um misto de neve e chuva, associado a uns 2 graus negativos e a volta desgastante de Washington, fizemos a virada do ano no quarto do hotel, aquecido, com os fogos de SouthPort e Times Square iluninando a janela ao fundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YqzNGW6DI/AAAAAAAAH8Y/kg3ctevxzRg/s1600-h/CSC_0462+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YqzNGW6DI/AAAAAAAAH8Y/kg3ctevxzRg/s640/CSC_0462+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yq6hrEZwI/AAAAAAAAH8g/JCosFeFD2MQ/s1600-h/DSC_0775+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yq6hrEZwI/AAAAAAAAH8g/JCosFeFD2MQ/s400/DSC_0775+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8349021646526834105?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8349021646526834105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8349021646526834105' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8349021646526834105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8349021646526834105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/01/times-square-virada-do-ano.html' title='Times Square - Virada do Ano'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YqzNGW6DI/AAAAAAAAH8Y/kg3ctevxzRg/s72-c/CSC_0462+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8969526749965292732</id><published>2009-12-31T16:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:38:06.199-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington - Bate e Volta</title><content type='html'>Outro tour quase obrigatório paa quem está em NY é dar um "pulinho" em Washington. Monumento bonito, mesmo, eu acho só o de Lincoln. Mas para a piazada foi importante o tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yo6TQIHeI/AAAAAAAAH7s/FyHmoIvfP_s/s1600-h/DSC_0513+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yo6TQIHeI/AAAAAAAAH7s/FyHmoIvfP_s/s320/DSC_0513+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YpJ6_1AiI/AAAAAAAAH70/wmMrdLr-W0U/s1600-h/DSC_0560+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YpJ6_1AiI/AAAAAAAAH70/wmMrdLr-W0U/s320/DSC_0560+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YpbjfVEwI/AAAAAAAAH78/0oD4KrdDFxw/s1600-h/DSC_0632+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YpbjfVEwI/AAAAAAAAH78/0oD4KrdDFxw/s320/DSC_0632+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YppyRLWPI/AAAAAAAAH8E/fGg9Y4TH4iM/s1600-h/DSC_0701+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YppyRLWPI/AAAAAAAAH8E/fGg9Y4TH4iM/s320/DSC_0701+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yp05y344I/AAAAAAAAH8M/k1_ibM4sx_0/s1600-h/DSC_0759+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yp05y344I/AAAAAAAAH8M/k1_ibM4sx_0/s640/DSC_0759+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8969526749965292732?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8969526749965292732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8969526749965292732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8969526749965292732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8969526749965292732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/12/washington-bate-e-volta.html' title='Washington - Bate e Volta'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yo6TQIHeI/AAAAAAAAH7s/FyHmoIvfP_s/s72-c/DSC_0513+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8084292371195152635</id><published>2009-12-30T16:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:29:25.081-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Museu de História Natural</title><content type='html'>Já tinha visitado o Museu de História Natural em minhas outras passagens por NY, inicio e final dos anos 90. Sempre gostei do local. Naquela época chegava-se a andar andares inteiros sem ver NINGUÉM. Coisa boa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YnJI8yrhI/AAAAAAAAH7Q/UB7avr0KAEg/s1600-h/DSC_0308+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YnJI8yrhI/AAAAAAAAH7Q/UB7avr0KAEg/s400/DSC_0308+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois que fizeram o filme (Uma Noite no Museu), a coisa mudou, O local está um "inferno".Até para banheiro masculino tem fila. Gastamos praticamente o dia todo para percorrer as principais atrações do Museu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YnWM-li0I/AAAAAAAAH7Y/92jNXxhSLNs/s1600-h/DSC_0358+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YnWM-li0I/AAAAAAAAH7Y/92jNXxhSLNs/s320/DSC_0358+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Ynnkif5jI/AAAAAAAAH7g/naFjeR9RGu0/s1600-h/DSC_0341+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Ynnkif5jI/AAAAAAAAH7g/naFjeR9RGu0/s320/DSC_0341+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8084292371195152635?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8084292371195152635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8084292371195152635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8084292371195152635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8084292371195152635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/01/museu-de-historia-natural.html' title='Museu de História Natural'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YnJI8yrhI/AAAAAAAAH7Q/UB7avr0KAEg/s72-c/DSC_0308+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8093428035233761446</id><published>2009-12-29T16:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:21:47.248-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Park</title><content type='html'>Acordei de bom humor. Afinal, chegando nos 50 e ainda ir bater perna no Central Park com 2 abaixo de zero (o que não se faz pela família).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YlB11A56I/AAAAAAAAH64/hAzBioNeFr8/s1600-h/DSC_0262+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YlB11A56I/AAAAAAAAH64/hAzBioNeFr8/s400/DSC_0262+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de fotos e mais fotos. Apesar de gostar de fotografia, tirar 2.500 fotos numa viagem desanima qualquer vivente, afinal não tenho ascendência japonesa. Depois acabamos por finalizar a tarde no soho, onde consegui tomar uma cerveja com relativa calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YlifOfX1I/AAAAAAAAH7E/xln93eODHPM/s1600-h/CSC_0292+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YlifOfX1I/AAAAAAAAH7E/xln93eODHPM/s400/CSC_0292+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8093428035233761446?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8093428035233761446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8093428035233761446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8093428035233761446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8093428035233761446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/01/central-park.html' title='Central Park'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YlB11A56I/AAAAAAAAH64/hAzBioNeFr8/s72-c/DSC_0262+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-6184285715923720427</id><published>2009-12-28T16:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:12:49.329-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estátua da Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YhBNbyhhI/AAAAAAAAH5s/f0D4UNLFjJA/s1600-h/CSC_0130+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YhBNbyhhI/AAAAAAAAH5s/f0D4UNLFjJA/s200/CSC_0130+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Visitar um lugar com pessoas diferentes significa em fazer obrigatórios roteiros turísticos mais de uma vez (me lembra Ushuaia, na terceira vez já num tinha mais paciência). E lá fui eu com a família pegar o barco para a Estátua da Liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Os dias continuavam muito frios, apesar do céu azul. Evitei de comprar o City-Pass ou Explorer Pass, o que achei correto, e adquiri somente as passagens até a ilha (sinceramente, o tour modorrento por dentro do monumento é dispensável e, ao final, até as crianças concordaram com isso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YiCnf3CRI/AAAAAAAAH6E/s7q784tTWXM/s1600-h/DSC_0045+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YiCnf3CRI/AAAAAAAAH6E/s7q784tTWXM/s400/DSC_0045+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yh4FZe0FI/AAAAAAAAH58/-f3oZVP8dGE/s1600-h/DSC_0022+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yh4FZe0FI/AAAAAAAAH58/-f3oZVP8dGE/s640/DSC_0022+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YiYwfP9xI/AAAAAAAAH6Q/ZGFo8g6-7oI/s1600-h/DSC_0041+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YiYwfP9xI/AAAAAAAAH6Q/ZGFo8g6-7oI/s320/DSC_0041+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yila2FYpI/AAAAAAAAH6Y/zyoCU0ZMpy8/s1600-h/DSC_0066+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yila2FYpI/AAAAAAAAH6Y/zyoCU0ZMpy8/s320/DSC_0066+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yi7VRP8NI/AAAAAAAAH6g/eLW1Ykon6ls/s1600-h/DSC_0060+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0Yi7VRP8NI/AAAAAAAAH6g/eLW1Ykon6ls/s320/DSC_0060+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Depois da visita, uma caminhada pelas ruas de parelelepípedo da velha ilha, pasagem por Wall Street (meu piá não perdeu tempo em chutar as "bolas" do touro), little italy e soho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YjiJJMXfI/AAAAAAAAH6s/ef0kZviYil0/s1600-h/DSC_0116+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YjiJJMXfI/AAAAAAAAH6s/ef0kZviYil0/s400/DSC_0116+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6184285715923720427?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6184285715923720427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6184285715923720427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6184285715923720427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6184285715923720427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2010/01/estatua-da-liberdade.html' title='Estátua da Liberdade'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YhBNbyhhI/AAAAAAAAH5s/f0D4UNLFjJA/s72-c/CSC_0130+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8867242285673075456</id><published>2009-12-26T15:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:56:20.846-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Danbury Christmas - Um Natal Acolhedor em Connecticut</title><content type='html'>Tivemos a grata surpresa de sermos convidado pelo Jair e Madalena, irmão&amp;nbsp;de meu sócio Dilson -&amp;nbsp;que por lá também passava o natal,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;para&amp;nbsp;estarmos&amp;nbsp;com sua família em Danbury - Connecticut. Dista&amp;nbsp;cerca de 1:20H de trem de New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YgNzFjg8I/AAAAAAAAH5g/LNrNikLDaso/s1600-h/DSC_0137+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YgNzFjg8I/AAAAAAAAH5g/LNrNikLDaso/s320/DSC_0137+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pegamos o trem o Grand Central em NY (estação 42) e fomos em direção de Brewster, que é essa estação pequena da foto abaixo (fomos recomendados a ficar nos 4 primeiros vagões, que são os únicos que "descem" na estação).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YeYXtKWUI/AAAAAAAAH5A/BJWbkh92jZw/s1600-h/DSC_0142+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YeYXtKWUI/AAAAAAAAH5A/BJWbkh92jZw/s400/DSC_0142+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O acolhimento por parte do Jair e sua família foi fantástico, todos se sentiram a vontade, e até as crianças adoraram (estão sempre reclamando de ambientes que não tenham a disposição videogame, internet, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YfZbPlJ0I/AAAAAAAAH5M/b8y71rZL3hI/s1600-h/DSC_0184+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YfZbPlJ0I/AAAAAAAAH5M/b8y71rZL3hI/s320/DSC_0184+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasamos a noite no Qualitty Inn, ali perto, voltando para o almoço na casa de&amp;nbsp; nosso anfitrião, retornando depois a NYC. O amanhecer foi novamente bastante gelado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YflW1kRbI/AAAAAAAAH5U/qOf-zoT7riQ/s1600-h/DSC_0197+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YflW1kRbI/AAAAAAAAH5U/qOf-zoT7riQ/s400/DSC_0197+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8867242285673075456?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8867242285673075456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8867242285673075456' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8867242285673075456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8867242285673075456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/12/danbury-christmas-um-natal-acolhedor-em.html' title='Danbury Christmas - Um Natal Acolhedor em Connecticut'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YgNzFjg8I/AAAAAAAAH5g/LNrNikLDaso/s72-c/DSC_0137+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-7517934053928238093</id><published>2009-12-20T15:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:42:16.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'>New York - Gelada, Muito Gelada</title><content type='html'>Não é a primeira vez que passo o mês de dezembro em Nova Iorque, mas foi a primeira em que peguei neve nessa época, mas muita neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YcAe2JuRI/AAAAAAAAH4k/cfh_RaWyHBk/s1600-h/DSC02384+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YcAe2JuRI/AAAAAAAAH4k/cfh_RaWyHBk/s400/DSC02384+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desembarquei com as crianças no dia 19/12, final da tarde, quando começou um nevasca de impressionar. O aeroporto JFK, inclusive, fechou, sendo nosso voô um dos últimos a aterrisar. Depois vim a saber que foi a pior nevasca dos últimos 50 ou 80 anos em NY nessa época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YcQZxM79I/AAAAAAAAH4s/STUxVafLev0/s1600-h/DSC02365+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YcQZxM79I/AAAAAAAAH4s/STUxVafLev0/s400/DSC02365+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mas para a piazada foi uma diversão, senão por um porém: a TAM extraviou todas nossas malas (ou o avião de carga que faz o mesmo horário do voô comercial não aterrizou). Resumo, ficamos 4 dias sem malas, comprando roupas, sapatos, cuecas, meias e casacos.&amp;nbsp;E vá convencer as crianças no primeiro dia a não molhar roupas e sapatos, foi um problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YccKeP5hI/AAAAAAAAH40/KHkrEonIleE/s1600-h/DSC02376+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YccKeP5hI/AAAAAAAAH40/KHkrEonIleE/s400/DSC02376+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-7517934053928238093?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/7517934053928238093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=7517934053928238093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7517934053928238093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7517934053928238093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/12/new-york-gelada-muito-gelada.html' title='New York - Gelada, Muito Gelada'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/S0YcAe2JuRI/AAAAAAAAH4k/cfh_RaWyHBk/s72-c/DSC02384+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-7137618164395077080</id><published>2009-09-27T17:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:01:51.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaborá - SC  Uma Viagem com o Pessoal do Maxitraill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SsPErSVjVuI/AAAAAAAAF_o/yiRg2huXfYM/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SsPErSVjVuI/AAAAAAAAF_o/yiRg2huXfYM/s320/DSC01116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jaborá-SC é um desses lugares que tem pouca probabilidade de constituir roteiro periódico de alguém que transita pelo eixo da BR-101 (Poa, Floripa, SP, RJ). Fica no oeste de SC, logo acima de Erechim (divisa RS-SC), próximo a Concórdia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por convite de um seleto integrante do Maxitrail, Robson, fomos fazer uma visita no final de semana. Dista cerca de 470km de Porto Alegre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saímos cedo, cerca de 6 horas de Porto Alegre. Acompanhei um grupo com outros 7 companheiros do Maxitrail (Verane, Leandro, CP, James, Marcelo Primo, Ebone e Ronei).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SsPEsYgsdRI/AAAAAAAAF_w/ysU_PtztPHY/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SsPEsYgsdRI/AAAAAAAAF_w/ysU_PtztPHY/s320/DSC01122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chegamos por volta do meio dia em Jaborá, colhendo pelo caminho o Gilson e posteriormente chegou o Renato Lopes de Santa Maria-SC. A recepção foi inimaginável. O pessoal da Fortaleza dos Bruxos extremamente simpático acolhedor e acessível, num churrasquito no parque municipal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SsPEuGsCYpI/AAAAAAAAF_4/E7IFjU9EpKc/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SsPEuGsCYpI/AAAAAAAAF_4/E7IFjU9EpKc/s320/DSC01124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A noite foi a vez do "porco a paraguaia". Digno de excelente nota, principalmente com uma cerveja gelada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SsPExh_aQxI/AAAAAAAAGAI/pVrDsbtq_QY/s1600-h/DSC01133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SsPExh_aQxI/AAAAAAAAGAI/pVrDsbtq_QY/s400/DSC01133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Risadas a parte, o Ronei (foto abaixo) tem "outro por dentro".... hheeheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SsPEwVQolGI/AAAAAAAAGAA/DA6xPRssWuI/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SsPEwVQolGI/AAAAAAAAGAA/DA6xPRssWuI/s320/DSC01127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na volta dividimos o grupo. Eu, Verane, James e Ronei retornamos pela BR 386 (Passo Fundo) e o restante retornou por Lages. Foram 470km de chuva, muita chuva no retorno. Mas chegamos inteiro em casa, a tempo de um banho quente, uma lazanha no almoço e uns copos de vinho para recuperar a coloração lavada pela chuva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-7137618164395077080?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/7137618164395077080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=7137618164395077080' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7137618164395077080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7137618164395077080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/09/jabora-sc.html' title='Jaborá - SC  Uma Viagem com o Pessoal do Maxitraill'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SsPErSVjVuI/AAAAAAAAF_o/yiRg2huXfYM/s72-c/DSC01116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8080607530353608053</id><published>2009-09-09T11:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:27:43.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Londrina - Encontro V-Strom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SroxFKL9oQI/AAAAAAAAF-w/GczKfio5HPc/s1600-h/DSC_9337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SroxFKL9oQI/AAAAAAAAF-w/GczKfio5HPc/s320/DSC_9337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;De Porto Alegre a Londrina são cerca de 1.100km. Fui a um dos periódicos encontros do grupo V-Strom (a moto - V-Strom - &amp;nbsp;foi, os amigos ficaram).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Excelente rever vários companheiros e beber alguns vários chop's gelados. Despachei a mulher de avião, tal como em Búzios. Na ida de Porto Alegre fiz um voo solo (estou me acostumando com isso, com o risco de virar um velho lobo solitário, tal como meu amigo Ruddy). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Viajar sozinho de moto tem inúmeras desvantagens, nem é preciso relacioná-las. Todavia, a liberdade de imprimir seu ritmo, parar quando quiser, ficar parado se lhe convier, ou andar mais rápido como puder, também tem suas vantagens. Estou ficando mau acostumado com isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SroxDyhBtBI/AAAAAAAAF-o/5VxFIfJnhaY/s1600-h/IMG_2755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SroxDyhBtBI/AAAAAAAAF-o/5VxFIfJnhaY/s320/IMG_2755.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas na volta resolvi inovar, com a companhia do parceiro Charles. E tive uma grata surpresa, a viagem foi boa, andei no meu ritmo, com as minhas paradas, e nada de reclamações... hehehe. Os últimos 200km foram da chuva mais intensa que já vi por esses últimos tempos e nem a capa de chuva me salvou, mas não tive do que reclamar, afinal estava chegando em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8080607530353608053?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8080607530353608053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8080607530353608053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8080607530353608053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8080607530353608053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/09/londrina-encontro-v-strom.html' title='Londrina - Encontro V-Strom'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SroxFKL9oQI/AAAAAAAAF-w/GczKfio5HPc/s72-c/DSC_9337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8767914266063795973</id><published>2009-08-30T22:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:24:04.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruzando Urubici em um Domingo Gelado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpshEgG3QXI/AAAAAAAAF-I/96USlbJq_5M/s1600-h/DSC01908+(Copiar).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375926941418733938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpshEgG3QXI/AAAAAAAAF-I/96USlbJq_5M/s400/DSC01908+(Copiar).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saí da pousada quase as 7 de manhã, com cerca de 14 graus. Foram uns 15km até o centro de Urubici. O incrível é que a temperatura, em pouco mais de 2km, foi despencando de 14 graus para míseros 2 graus. Ou seja, Urubici é fria, muito fria, mesmo em relação aos morros que a cercam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpshEZ5pdkI/AAAAAAAAF-A/3Ni6SLC9osc/s1600-h/DSC01903+(Copiar).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375926939752691266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpshEZ5pdkI/AAAAAAAAF-A/3Ni6SLC9osc/s400/DSC01903+(Copiar).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui uma parada para colocar o forro da jaqueta, pois saí da pousada com "roupa de verão".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpshEERjdUI/AAAAAAAAF94/crlykY8KKKs/s1600-h/DSC01910+(Copiar).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375926933947381058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpshEERjdUI/AAAAAAAAF94/crlykY8KKKs/s400/DSC01910+(Copiar).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8767914266063795973?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8767914266063795973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8767914266063795973' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8767914266063795973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8767914266063795973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/08/cruzando-urubici-em-um-domingo-gelado.html' title='Cruzando Urubici em um Domingo Gelado'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpshEgG3QXI/AAAAAAAAF-I/96USlbJq_5M/s72-c/DSC01908+(Copiar).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4370994335033219891</id><published>2009-08-29T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:21:20.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serra Catarinense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Spsgq2CeEvI/AAAAAAAAF9w/rGMrc2KxMFE/s1600-h/DSC01885+(Copiar).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375926500629287666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Spsgq2CeEvI/AAAAAAAAF9w/rGMrc2KxMFE/s400/DSC01885+(Copiar).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aproveitei o sábado de sol e a necessidade de ir a Florianópolis no Domingo para subir pela serra catarinense com um grupo de amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpsgWxMDWDI/AAAAAAAAF9o/cRVynvbUFWU/s1600-h/DSC01861+(Copiar).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375926155729918002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpsgWxMDWDI/AAAAAAAAF9o/cRVynvbUFWU/s400/DSC01861+(Copiar).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O visual da serra é sempre impressionante e não me canso de subir ou descer a serra do Rio do Rastro quando posso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpsgWkZX_LI/AAAAAAAAF9g/GrosPYuoyvc/s1600-h/DSC01875+(Copiar).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375926152296135858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpsgWkZX_LI/AAAAAAAAF9g/GrosPYuoyvc/s400/DSC01875+(Copiar).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apesar de quase cair por cima de uma mureta, não deixei  de tentar bater uma boa foto da serra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpsgWLCNWCI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/u-DDUImY0co/s1600-h/DSC01876+(Copiar).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375926145488082978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpsgWLCNWCI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/u-DDUImY0co/s400/DSC01876+(Copiar).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpsgV-3OThI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/sQyyS-wrxqA/s1600-h/DSC01877+(Copiar).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375926142220783122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpsgV-3OThI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/sQyyS-wrxqA/s400/DSC01877+(Copiar).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpsgVvDADbI/AAAAAAAAF9I/9mK3DOZ3SaI/s1600-h/DSC01881+(Copiar).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375926137975213490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpsgVvDADbI/AAAAAAAAF9I/9mK3DOZ3SaI/s400/DSC01881+(Copiar).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-4370994335033219891?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/4370994335033219891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=4370994335033219891' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4370994335033219891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4370994335033219891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/08/serra-catarinense.html' title='Serra Catarinense'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Spsgq2CeEvI/AAAAAAAAF9w/rGMrc2KxMFE/s72-c/DSC01885+(Copiar).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8689877181313311017</id><published>2009-08-22T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:22:27.819-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bento Gonçalves</title><content type='html'>Na sexta feira a noite subi a serra, de carro, para rever uns conhecidos no Hotel Dallonder. Participamos de um jantar no encontro do BMW Clube do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM594PF6AI/AAAAAAAAF84/dhTwgnUVQoc/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373702515613624322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM594PF6AI/AAAAAAAAF84/dhTwgnUVQoc/s400/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os colegas referidos, na verdade, pertencem ao BMW Riders, um grupo de debate na internet, com personalidades mais amenas e menos empoladas (minha turma). Noves fora a simpatia do presidente do BMW Clube, é uma turminha com a qual não acerto os ponteiros, tal qual o pessoal da HOG (HD). Eles também devem me achar meio "esquisito".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM5wK2j9JI/AAAAAAAAF8w/Fe-j_tGuz-I/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373702280092841106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM5wK2j9JI/AAAAAAAAF8w/Fe-j_tGuz-I/s400/DSC01832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Após o café da manhã, peguei a "muié" e debandamos para fazer um tour pela serra, já que final da tarde tinha outro compromisso em Porto Alegre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM5v53hbyI/AAAAAAAAF8o/eThvxMz5PZ8/s1600-h/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373702275533467426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM5v53hbyI/AAAAAAAAF8o/eThvxMz5PZ8/s400/DSC01842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma das visitas interessantes em direção a Farroupilha foi o Santuário de Nossa Senhora do Caravaggio. Depois, pegamos a rota pela estrada de Pedra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM5vadHBTI/AAAAAAAAF8g/z1Bcbdm3eMI/s1600-h/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373702267101185330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM5vadHBTI/AAAAAAAAF8g/z1Bcbdm3eMI/s400/DSC01847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM5vKIWXqI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/1641jHlBOS0/s1600-h/DSC01849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373702262719143586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM5vKIWXqI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/1641jHlBOS0/s400/DSC01849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acabamos o tour pelo centro de compras de Farroupilha, onde saí com algumas malhas a tiracolo, mas nada muito barato não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM5uiiJzSI/AAAAAAAAF8Q/SAAzYvKxhgg/s1600-h/DSC01851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373702252089953570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM5uiiJzSI/AAAAAAAAF8Q/SAAzYvKxhgg/s400/DSC01851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8689877181313311017?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8689877181313311017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8689877181313311017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8689877181313311017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8689877181313311017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/08/bento-goncalves.html' title='Bento Gonçalves'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SpM594PF6AI/AAAAAAAAF84/dhTwgnUVQoc/s72-c/DSC01827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-48467923161837580</id><published>2009-08-08T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:33:49.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paverama - Trilha do Porco no Rolete</title><content type='html'>Tirar foto de você mesmo em uma trilha é difícil, por isso, com os devidos direitos autorais as fotos do sábado mais chuvoso dos últimos anos.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoitLVrYltI/AAAAAAAAF8A/nPSoFk8r3W8/s1600-h/paverama+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370732965948593874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoitLVrYltI/AAAAAAAAF8A/nPSoFk8r3W8/s400/paverama+(9).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paverama é a cidade natal de meu pai, onde passei algumas das férias da infância. A trilha foi organizada, dentre outros, por Rafael, meu primo. A rigor, estou me aposentando das trilhas (é muito dinheiro, arrumando o jipe antes, durante e depois).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoitLIMRFZI/AAAAAAAAF74/GYyNhJ3FkUU/s1600-h/paverama+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370732962328417682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoitLIMRFZI/AAAAAAAAF74/GYyNhJ3FkUU/s400/paverama+(8).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fomos na sexta-feira a noite, rolando aquele papo regado a cerveja com outros jipeiros (dentre os quais uma dupla de Farroupilha-RS) um dos camaradas mais divertidos que conheci nos últimos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoitKo7MOQI/AAAAAAAAF7w/30gg3slMBy8/s1600-h/paverama+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370732953935296770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoitKo7MOQI/AAAAAAAAF7w/30gg3slMBy8/s400/paverama+(7).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas assim como a conversa tava quente, a chuva não deu trégua. O "rio" da foto é um córrego que, ao se atrevessar, não se molha os tênis, mas até trator ficou. E tivemos que atravessar na "ida" e na "volta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoitKWx7zyI/AAAAAAAAF7o/o94o65ZjZbw/s1600-h/paverama+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370732949064634146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoitKWx7zyI/AAAAAAAAF7o/o94o65ZjZbw/s400/paverama+(6).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quanto ao porco no rolete em si, no almoço, estava excelente.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoisiltHs7I/AAAAAAAAF7Y/QUrc7DOwIC0/s1600-h/paverama+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoisiBleFbI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/rTRrkVilhJg/s1600-h/paverama+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370732256180442546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoisiBleFbI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/rTRrkVilhJg/s400/paverama+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoishwIb7gI/AAAAAAAAF7I/H2C-QwZ1_g0/s1600-h/paverama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370732251495263746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoishwIb7gI/AAAAAAAAF7I/H2C-QwZ1_g0/s400/paverama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas parabéns ao Rafael e seus companheiros, das trilhas que fui uma das mais organizadas e pensadas, não ocorrendo aqueles tranca-trilha comuns nas demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoishS0P-DI/AAAAAAAAF7A/Y5ZuXLiKeNw/s1600-h/paverama+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370732243625965618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoishS0P-DI/AAAAAAAAF7A/Y5ZuXLiKeNw/s400/paverama+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-48467923161837580?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/48467923161837580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=48467923161837580' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/48467923161837580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/48467923161837580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/08/paverama-trilha-do-porco-no-rolete.html' title='Paverama - Trilha do Porco no Rolete'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SoitLVrYltI/AAAAAAAAF8A/nPSoFk8r3W8/s72-c/paverama+(9).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4903760506098220297</id><published>2009-08-08T10:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:16:15.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Jogos - Aproveitando as Férias da Piazada</title><content type='html'>Com o prolongamento das férias em face da fatídica gripe H1N1, eu e a Bianca estamos conseguindo ir aos jogos no Beira-Rio (podem dormir mais tarde e acordar depois das 7 da matina).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/So2SbwjHUcI/AAAAAAAAF8I/0K1s2hA6iRI/s1600-h/vibracao_100809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372110936109175234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/So2SbwjHUcI/AAAAAAAAF8I/0K1s2hA6iRI/s400/vibracao_100809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Nesse embalo, e comendo meia bandeja dos Bibs vendidos nos estádio, fomo ver os 3x2 no Barueri e os 3x0 no Sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-4903760506098220297?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/4903760506098220297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=4903760506098220297' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4903760506098220297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4903760506098220297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/08/mais-jogos-aproveitando-as-ferias-da.html' title='Mais Jogos - Aproveitando as Férias da Piazada'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/So2SbwjHUcI/AAAAAAAAF8I/0K1s2hA6iRI/s72-c/vibracao_100809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-8110359326899251754</id><published>2009-07-23T03:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:50:53.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beira Rio, Inter 2 x 2 São Paulo</title><content type='html'>A piazada de férias, resolvi levar a guria no Beira Rio, para ver Inter contra o São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Smhcby2aVWI/AAAAAAAAF5g/gIEOpEsk0fE/s1600-h/Lauro_220709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361636988960789858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Smhcby2aVWI/AAAAAAAAF5g/gIEOpEsk0fE/s400/Lauro_220709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ainda me recuperando da gripe, com o vento batendo no beira rio, me entrouxei de roupa e fui. Claro que a piazada adora. Primeiro tempo maravilhoso, 2x0, e segundo tempo deprimento, 2x2, tá virando rotina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-8110359326899251754?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/8110359326899251754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=8110359326899251754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8110359326899251754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/8110359326899251754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/07/beira-rio-inter-2-x-2-sao-paulo.html' title='Beira Rio, Inter 2 x 2 São Paulo'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Smhcby2aVWI/AAAAAAAAF5g/gIEOpEsk0fE/s72-c/Lauro_220709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-5329311929147352378</id><published>2009-07-18T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:38:26.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa Junina e Mocotó</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhWn5WN8JI/AAAAAAAAF44/9LLoDxFJofQ/s1600-h/DSC01765+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361630599793471634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhWn5WN8JI/AAAAAAAAF44/9LLoDxFJofQ/s400/DSC01765+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O pessoal da empresa se reuniu para fazer uma festa junina. Já que tem festa a tarde, porque não fazer um mocotó ao meio dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhWnSrqreI/AAAAAAAAF4o/ZfTnsQ2tthc/s1600-h/DSC01671+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361630589414452706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhWnSrqreI/AAAAAAAAF4o/ZfTnsQ2tthc/s400/DSC01671+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teve fogueira, jogo de bocha, cervejada, vinho e muita conversa fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhWnF_1nZI/AAAAAAAAF4g/0StkrQn4D0c/s1600-h/DSC01639+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361630586009394578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhWnF_1nZI/AAAAAAAAF4g/0StkrQn4D0c/s400/DSC01639+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas nunca pensei que fazer mocotó para 50 pessoas desse tanto trabalho. Passei a madrugada de sexta, eu e a lareira, fazendo os preparativos do bendito (prá começar os 14kgs de mondongo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-5329311929147352378?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/5329311929147352378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=5329311929147352378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5329311929147352378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5329311929147352378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/07/festa-junina-e-mocoto.html' title='Festa Junina e Mocotó'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhWn5WN8JI/AAAAAAAAF44/9LLoDxFJofQ/s72-c/DSC01765+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-678985573210494274</id><published>2009-07-18T20:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:37:03.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhZRrPlQCI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/AEEmwTm9nKc/s1600-h/DSC01592+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361633516585304098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhZRrPlQCI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/AEEmwTm9nKc/s400/DSC01592+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Durante a semana havia me gripado, fazia tempo que não acontecia isso. Depois da madrugada mal dormida, o dia inteiro correndo, ao final da tarde "tava" pronto para a cama. mas ainda tive espírito para "pular" a fogueira com minha menina ao cair da noite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhZRbRrQVI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/4poOEyHP3oI/s1600-h/DSC01809+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361633512299118930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhZRbRrQVI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/4poOEyHP3oI/s400/DSC01809+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-678985573210494274?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/678985573210494274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=678985573210494274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/678985573210494274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/678985573210494274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/07/durante-semana-havia-me-gripado-fazia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmhZRrPlQCI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/AEEmwTm9nKc/s72-c/DSC01592+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-6272019713605252721</id><published>2009-07-13T08:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:14:35.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Churras na Segunda-Feira com mais de 50</title><content type='html'>Meio incomum, porque o basquete do dia seguinte é cedo e pesado. Mas aproveitando a passagem por Porto alegre do M. Resende (BH), J.Lima (Londrina) e outros companheiros, bem como a oportunidade de ver as fotos do A.Moller no rally dos sertões do mês passado, não tivemos dúvida de por um borrego na churrasqueira, com o espinhaço na panela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Sl25DltVfWI/AAAAAAAAFh4/v6Qf17YR9D4/s1600-h/Sert%C3%B5es+2009+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358642602953768290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Sl25DltVfWI/AAAAAAAAFh4/v6Qf17YR9D4/s400/Sert%C3%B5es+2009+293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Sl24xO0JiWI/AAAAAAAAFhw/s0iiAsREujY/s1600-h/Sert%C3%B5es+2009+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358642287570684258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Sl24xO0JiWI/AAAAAAAAFhw/s0iiAsREujY/s400/Sert%C3%B5es+2009+190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Todo mundo alegre, aí já tinham se ido uns 30 litros de cerveja....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Sl24wb99HaI/AAAAAAAAFhg/ldZ0RqAWLao/s1600-h/DSC_9118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358642273921605026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Sl24wb99HaI/AAAAAAAAFhg/ldZ0RqAWLao/s400/DSC_9118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6272019713605252721?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6272019713605252721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6272019713605252721' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6272019713605252721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6272019713605252721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/07/um-churras-na-segunda-feira-com-mais-de.html' title='Um Churras na Segunda-Feira com mais de 50'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/Sl25DltVfWI/AAAAAAAAFh4/v6Qf17YR9D4/s72-c/Sert%C3%B5es+2009+293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-1210512993432265012</id><published>2009-07-12T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:54:22.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Motoneve / Serra do Rio do Rastro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SluOn1ORUYI/AAAAAAAAFhY/pIJLPO8p07c/s1600-h/DSC00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358032996640313730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SluOn1ORUYI/AAAAAAAAFhY/pIJLPO8p07c/s400/DSC00081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Final de semana dei um pulo em Lages para o motoneve. A turma arrepiou com a chuva, com muitos companheiros desistindo da ida. Como sou de seguir roteiros pré-agendados, me fui, com um grande parceiro de viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não digo que os que desistiram não tivessem razão. Foi bom encontrar alguns amigos e jantar com outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A água deitou o pelo, de Caxias do Sul a Lages. E lá continuou chuvando a tarde inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SluOnfCM75I/AAAAAAAAFhQ/QZhuUPnGjq8/s1600-h/DSC00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358032990684114834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SluOnfCM75I/AAAAAAAAFhQ/QZhuUPnGjq8/s400/DSC00077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para não dizer que não houve neve, ao menos uma forte geada. Olhem na foto o detalhe no banco da moto pela manhã. É gelo sim. Ao menos o domingo amanheceu com sol radiante, apesar dos 3 graus de temperatura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SluOnQuqFcI/AAAAAAAAFhI/dCeeLGtYEX0/s1600-h/DSC00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358032986844042690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SluOnQuqFcI/AAAAAAAAFhI/dCeeLGtYEX0/s400/DSC00078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para esticar um "pouco" voltamos pela Serra do Rio do Rastro, almoçando em Torres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-1210512993432265012?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/1210512993432265012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=1210512993432265012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/1210512993432265012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/1210512993432265012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/07/motoneve-serra-do-rio-do-rastro.html' title='Motoneve / Serra do Rio do Rastro'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SluOn1ORUYI/AAAAAAAAFhY/pIJLPO8p07c/s72-c/DSC00081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-9048827540729498638</id><published>2009-06-20T08:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:41:40.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um final de semana de descanso no sítio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9oh_lpiI/AAAAAAAACyo/6hYJZvBEo4Q/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351962604961375778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9oh_lpiI/AAAAAAAACyo/6hYJZvBEo4Q/s400/sitio+e+outros+103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nem só de correria se vive. Já se vão quase 6 anos que troquei um apartamento no litoral por uma jardim de alguns hectares a 20km de casa, na zona sul de porto alegre. Uns dizem que é jogar dinheiro fora, mas como é bom passar um final de semana por lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9gcuLfAI/AAAAAAAACyg/N6zEy3XATWI/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351962466107227138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9gcuLfAI/AAAAAAAACyg/N6zEy3XATWI/s320/sitio+e+outros+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tenho procurado ir ao menos um final de semana por mês. A casa do local tem mais de 100 anos e a rusticidade impressiona. Como foram os proprietários anteriores, que o tiveram por quase 60 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9gEGM-XI/AAAAAAAACyY/tRArdZZ3ycs/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351962459497101682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9gEGM-XI/AAAAAAAACyY/tRArdZZ3ycs/s320/sitio+e+outros+092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meus amados filhos já estão meio que "torcendo" a cara para ir (nada como o conforto da TV a cabo, internet, video-game, etc...) mas, de fato, devem adorar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que vamos a noite, retiramos uns filmes na locadora, coisa pueril - divertida, e com a lareira ligada (é no topo do morro, sempre 5 graus mais frio que Porto Alegre), colocamos os colchões na sala e dormimos os 4, assistindo filme, com uma janta preparada com a maior calma e capricho do mundo.... Que vida boa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9f3gmstI/AAAAAAAACyQ/M2cxoAmOL0c/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351962456118178514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9f3gmstI/AAAAAAAACyQ/M2cxoAmOL0c/s320/sitio+e+outros+087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nesse sábado fiz um churrasco ao meio dia para meu pai e minha mãe. Colocamos as histórias em dia (e meu pai gosta de contar histórias, e como tem histórias para contar..... deve ter tido umas 10 vezes minha agitação, cada final de semana de sua juventude dá uma história, e fico impressionado com sua memória e apego a detalhes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9f5OefaI/AAAAAAAACyI/1L6X-1-xtnk/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351962456579014050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9f5OefaI/AAAAAAAACyI/1L6X-1-xtnk/s320/sitio+e+outros+083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9HC5lAAI/AAAAAAAACx4/L9dWOU8qXkI/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351962029678985218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9HC5lAAI/AAAAAAAACx4/L9dWOU8qXkI/s320/sitio+e+outros+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9GhrLZpI/AAAAAAAACxw/Tk0eIRm3Yz0/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351962020760217234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9GhrLZpI/AAAAAAAACxw/Tk0eIRm3Yz0/s320/sitio+e+outros+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9GjUoTmI/AAAAAAAACxo/bs4h4ZQeano/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351962021202513506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9GjUoTmI/AAAAAAAACxo/bs4h4ZQeano/s320/sitio+e+outros+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Luna, uma dogue alemã deu cria, do scooby, da mesma raça. Queríamos evitar, mas a cadela, no cio, rompeu a cerca de arame e acasalou (que força da natureza). Nasceram duas belezuras, já doados para uma colega de serviço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9GXNic4I/AAAAAAAACxg/NZaRvKJzeDY/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351962017951544194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9GXNic4I/AAAAAAAACxg/NZaRvKJzeDY/s320/sitio+e+outros+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9GCWgV7I/AAAAAAAACxY/eIp5V2o-yCQ/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351962012352010162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9GCWgV7I/AAAAAAAACxY/eIp5V2o-yCQ/s320/sitio+e+outros+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8sGJTY0I/AAAAAAAACxQ/hgTHmRFcXSc/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351961566693778242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8sGJTY0I/AAAAAAAACxQ/hgTHmRFcXSc/s320/sitio+e+outros+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Essas ovelhas estão esperando a hora de irem para o espeto. Claro que comprar a carne no supermercado deve sair 10 vezes mais barato que as minhas, mas o cuidado e o zelo com as bichanas fazem com que eu garanta. Não tem carne de borrego melhor que a minha....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8r5MWrVI/AAAAAAAACxI/Dpf71lsevZY/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351961563216915794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8r5MWrVI/AAAAAAAACxI/Dpf71lsevZY/s320/sitio+e+outros+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8rreODSI/AAAAAAAACxA/zmq08cGL71o/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351961559533751586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8rreODSI/AAAAAAAACxA/zmq08cGL71o/s320/sitio+e+outros+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8rsBtItI/AAAAAAAACw4/MoW67Xf91HQ/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351961559682589394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8rsBtItI/AAAAAAAACw4/MoW67Xf91HQ/s320/sitio+e+outros+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8rbUD5-I/AAAAAAAACww/64Lxyozkw24/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351961555196176354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8rbUD5-I/AAAAAAAACww/64Lxyozkw24/s320/sitio+e+outros+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8YtzS44I/AAAAAAAACwo/0sClvZGk5Cw/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351961233741505410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8YtzS44I/AAAAAAAACwo/0sClvZGk5Cw/s320/sitio+e+outros+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8YKQw3gI/AAAAAAAACwY/20zN9U7M0jM/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351961224201428482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8YKQw3gI/AAAAAAAACwY/20zN9U7M0jM/s320/sitio+e+outros+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa cancha de bocha já assistiu partidas memoráveis. Claro que após a vigésima garrafa de cerveja, minha precisão diminuiu... hehheeh &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8YPf8knI/AAAAAAAACwQ/KRsgSbBTKzQ/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351961225607287410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8YPf8knI/AAAAAAAACwQ/KRsgSbBTKzQ/s320/sitio+e+outros+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8X5p-vHI/AAAAAAAACwI/KmWdPu6bPo8/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351961219743792242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8X5p-vHI/AAAAAAAACwI/KmWdPu6bPo8/s320/sitio+e+outros+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em 6 anos as várias árvores de manga produziram somente uma vez, e as pencas, foi um verão muito quente em 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8GKsP7kI/AAAAAAAACwA/ZPv2RDKGD8U/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351960915079065154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8GKsP7kI/AAAAAAAACwA/ZPv2RDKGD8U/s320/sitio+e+outros+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8Fu0yFWI/AAAAAAAACv4/gzYOdELZ4TI/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351960907598665058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8Fu0yFWI/AAAAAAAACv4/gzYOdELZ4TI/s320/sitio+e+outros+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8FQAELpI/AAAAAAAACvw/WlyxpIAv1fY/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351960899324489362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8FQAELpI/AAAAAAAACvw/WlyxpIAv1fY/s320/sitio+e+outros+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No verão os churrascos preferidos são realizados abaixo desse pergolado. Pode-se ler jornal, tomar cerveja, em confortáveis cadeira de balanço, enquanto a carne assa em uma churrasqueira ao ar livre (bem, descobri para que serve a chaminé, porque essas churrasqueiras ao ar livre fazem uma fumaceira, que nossa, para chegar perto é um terror.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8FKKixjI/AAAAAAAACvo/7Su9D2vnUaM/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351960897757824562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8FKKixjI/AAAAAAAACvo/7Su9D2vnUaM/s320/sitio+e+outros+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;São as paisagens de inverno, no verão a parreira de uva toma conta desse corredor, fica até difícil de transitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8FCQQWiI/AAAAAAAACvg/HVv0iOiQGIk/s1600-h/sitio+e+outros+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351960895634299426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX8FCQQWiI/AAAAAAAACvg/HVv0iOiQGIk/s320/sitio+e+outros+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-9048827540729498638?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/9048827540729498638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=9048827540729498638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/9048827540729498638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/9048827540729498638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/06/sitio-do-cantagalo-um-final-de-semana.html' title='Um final de semana de descanso no sítio'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkX9oh_lpiI/AAAAAAAACyo/6hYJZvBEo4Q/s72-c/sitio+e+outros+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-6405952863535008930</id><published>2009-06-14T06:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:00:22.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Goiânia - 10/06 a 14/06/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkXp0ChENvI/AAAAAAAACvY/8g_hcqZ9wdk/s1600-h/pequi6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351940812437731058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkXp0ChENvI/AAAAAAAACvY/8g_hcqZ9wdk/s400/pequi6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se fosse levar em consideração o volume de serviço sobre a mesa, não poderia fazer feriadão. Mas o fiz. Apesar de provavelmente passar de 100 anos de vida (dizem que o pensamento positivo funciona), a vida é curta, notadamente do que pode se aproveitar de fato dela (será que vou ter condições de fazer longas viagens de moto após os 60 anos?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas veio o feriado e a oportunidade de rever o pessoal do grupo V-Strom. Comprei essa moto em 2004 e por intermédio do Marcelo Resende e do Beto Marshall me associei ao então iniciante grupo de discusões. Debatíamos entre 4 integrantes....... o grupo cresceu, deve ter passado de 500, e hoje as mensagens devem ser mais de 100 ao dia, impossível de ler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retornei de um cliente no interior de São Paulo no dia 09, consegui me desvencilhar dos compromissos a noite em Curitiba e dia 10 parti para Goiânia (havia deixado a moto no aeroporto na semana anterior, vindo de Porto Alegre).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Curitiba a Goiânia optei por ir pela BR 153, subindo por Ponta Grossa. Saí pelas 8 horas de curitiba e cheguei ao final da tarde em Goiânia. 1.300 kms. Muita Chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei em Goiânia dia 10, a noite, e dias 11 e 12. Encontros, jantares, almoços, muita conversa jogada fora (como é bom isso), revendo muitos companheiros e conhecendo outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkXozteBwdI/AAAAAAAACvQ/bGA71LFwalg/s1600-h/pequi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351939707276214738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkXozteBwdI/AAAAAAAACvQ/bGA71LFwalg/s320/pequi3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ganhei até um troféu, do visitante mais longínquo. Porto Alegre a Goiânia são cerca de 2.000kms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até entrevista na TV eu dei.... heheh &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7ZL6aSJSV8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7ZL6aSJSV8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkXozXHIbYI/AAAAAAAACvI/fcCW3sc_9Uw/s1600-h/pequi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351939701274602882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkXozXHIbYI/AAAAAAAACvI/fcCW3sc_9Uw/s320/pequi2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As fotos podem ser vista no site do Alcioni: &lt;a href="http://www.trilheirosonline.com/pequistrom/index.htm"&gt;http://www.trilheirosonline.com/pequistrom/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkXozNV4lnI/AAAAAAAACvA/w2qq0bhByXs/s1600-h/pequi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351939698652124786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkXozNV4lnI/AAAAAAAACvA/w2qq0bhByXs/s320/pequi1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saí na madrugada de sábado para o início do retorno. Até São Paulo tive a grata companhia do Mark (o camarada anda bem prá caramba.... segue qualquer ritmo)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na saída de Goiânia, na madrugada de sábado, pegamos chuva até o Trevão....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, peguei mais chuva de São Paulo até próximo de Curitiba (essa muito fria)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pousei em Curitiba.... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saí pelas 8 (neblina muito forte na serra), mas cheguei bem em Porto Alegre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6405952863535008930?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6405952863535008930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6405952863535008930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6405952863535008930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6405952863535008930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/06/goiania-1006-14062009.html' title='Goiânia - 10/06 a 14/06/2009'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SkXp0ChENvI/AAAAAAAACvY/8g_hcqZ9wdk/s72-c/pequi6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-3825090869144553110</id><published>2009-05-18T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:15:06.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoa da Harmonia - Teutônia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/ShK8bN-p4nI/AAAAAAAACb0/-LMnQO4Aa_Q/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337535684182401650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/ShK8bN-p4nI/AAAAAAAACb0/-LMnQO4Aa_Q/s400/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Já fazia um mês que não andava de moto pra desestressar, desde minha ida à Búzios (1.800km na ida e outros 1.800km na volta, non stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/ShK8a1tVk1I/AAAAAAAACbs/PJTa1RiEhL8/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337535677667316562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/ShK8a1tVk1I/AAAAAAAACbs/PJTa1RiEhL8/s400/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acordei cedo, pendurei uns quadros em casa (que estavam atirados num canto faz tempo), e as 10 horas fui até o posto do laçador. Lá, vendo com uns e com outros, acabei optando por dar uma volta com o Renatito e o Zé até a Lagoa da Harmonia, que, por incrível que pareça, não conhecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/ShK8agHX0II/AAAAAAAACbk/e4FP2A_xP5k/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337535671870935170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/ShK8agHX0II/AAAAAAAACbk/e4FP2A_xP5k/s400/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O local é aprazível, estava sem movimento, e o buffet do restaurante é razoávele com preço justo. Vale a dica para quem quiser levar a família. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na volta me me perdi do Renatito em Canoas. Dei um tempo na entrada de Porto Alegre, na ponte dos açorianos, e nada do homem aparecer. Juntei as trouxas e fui embora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337535670474296898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/ShK8aa6YzkI/AAAAAAAACbc/Pbp0JKMnC5E/s400/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chego em casa, descanso, vou no supermercado com a lista de compras pro almoço de domingo (recebemos uns amigos para falar sobre a ruta 43 na Argentina, parece que fui um dos únicos a cruzar por lá), e no super recebo a ligação do Renatito, lá pelas 20hs e pouco. Vinha atrás de mim e faltou gasolina na moto em canoas (deve ter se baseado pela minha moto, com tanque de 33 litros). Mas tudo resolvido (ele deve ter passado uma trabalheira que nossa....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-3825090869144553110?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/3825090869144553110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=3825090869144553110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3825090869144553110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3825090869144553110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/05/lagoa-da-harmonia-teutonia.html' title='Lagoa da Harmonia - Teutônia'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/ShK8bN-p4nI/AAAAAAAACb0/-LMnQO4Aa_Q/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-5377275104260275708</id><published>2009-04-21T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:46:57.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Búzios a Porto Alegre, de Moto, Non-Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmDStZsIGvI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/tA_EvHsDsUc/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359515234002803442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmDStZsIGvI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/tA_EvHsDsUc/s400/DSC00045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aproveitei o feriado de 21 de Abril para ir no encontro do BMW CLUB BRAZIL em Búzios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na ida, saí de Porto Alegre na quinta, dia 16, por volta das 22:00hs e cheguei em Búzios as 17hs de sexta, com direito a 1 hora de engarrafamento na linha vermelha. Non Stop. Cansei. Cheguei no hotel, depois de pilotar sem parar entre Porto Alegre e Búzios e durmi na cama de roupa, botas e tudo, só tirei o capacete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher foi de avião (num sei porque, num anda de moto comigo... hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi bom rever os amigos, conhecer o Salim, o Lalão e tantos outros. Afinidas a primeira vista. O Wagão, então, bebemos umas 300 latinhas de cerveja na praia da tartaruga, com essa vista, e quase viramos o aqua-táxi na volta para o Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmDSsiEwhrI/AAAAAAAAFiI/ByrBvP0xfP0/s1600-h/praia+tartaruga1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359515219073730226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmDSsiEwhrI/AAAAAAAAFiI/ByrBvP0xfP0/s400/praia+tartaruga1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O hotel foi um espetáculo a parte. Excelentes acomodações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atlanticobuzios.com.br/"&gt;http://www.atlanticobuzios.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmDSsJvR0dI/AAAAAAAAFiA/BOtjaOwvZsQ/s1600-h/piscina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359515212541186514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmDSsJvR0dI/AAAAAAAAFiA/BOtjaOwvZsQ/s400/piscina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema foi a volta. Passamos a segunda dia 20 tomando cerveja o dia inteiro na praia da tartaruga, conforme comentei acima. Voltei para o hotel e mais cerveja até as 21 horas. Caí na cama meio "tortinho". O despertador tocou as 3:45h da matina e acordei com aquele gosto de cabo de "guardachuva" na boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrumei as coisas e as 4:30h saí do Hotel em Búzios. Para "melhorar", peguei chuva de Aparecida-SP até Joinvile-SC. Quando cheguei em Floripa, num sei se doía mais o ossinho atrás do pescoço ou o cócix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como precisava "bater o ponto" hoje, me fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei em Porto Alegre uns minutos depois da meia noite. 20 horas de viagem. 1.752km na ida e 1.784km na volta (na saída, ainda fui por cabo frio, errei a estrada).... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher foi e voltou de avião. A GS se comportou muito bem, não precisei do 0800 da BMW (mas vi, sério, umas duas harley em cima de guincho). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há... e tem mais, depois de chegar em casa ainda dei "duas".......... "uma" tentativa e "uma" desistida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: fazer 1.800 km na Argentina por dia é barbada &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(já fiz 2.400km em 30 horas, de moto, bem como Ushuaia-Porto Alegre em 42 horas, de carro,  non-stop até Porto Alegre - 4.500km - no meio do inverno)&lt;/span&gt; ..... mas no Brasil.... fala sério&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-5377275104260275708?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/5377275104260275708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=5377275104260275708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5377275104260275708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5377275104260275708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/04/buzios-porto-alegre-de-moto-non-stop.html' title='Búzios a Porto Alegre, de Moto, Non-Stop'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SmDStZsIGvI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/tA_EvHsDsUc/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-6083929176486767829</id><published>2009-01-28T15:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:46:06.111-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusão de uma reforma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SYCYyKy--bI/AAAAAAAACbE/O6OxiwCAFfw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296401149446781362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SYCYyKy--bI/AAAAAAAACbE/O6OxiwCAFfw/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Após uma longa reforma, iniciada no meio do ano de 2008, estou finalizando a reforma que fiz numa Lan Rover Defender 90, ano 1998, que possuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi desmontada por completo, refeito todo chassis (corrosão) e lataria. Após a montagem, uma infindável correção de pequenas coisas, até a perfeita instalação de tudo o que é importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatei o desenrolar da história em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4x4brasil.com.br/forum/showthread.php?t=38426"&gt;http://www.4x4brasil.com.br/forum/showthread.php?t=38426&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6083929176486767829?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6083929176486767829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6083929176486767829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6083929176486767829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6083929176486767829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/01/concusao-de-uma-reforma.html' title='Conclusão de uma reforma'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SYCYyKy--bI/AAAAAAAACbE/O6OxiwCAFfw/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-7591254381133299070</id><published>2008-12-21T18:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:26:31.694-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mendoza - Rosário - Tacuarembó - Livramento e Porto Alegre</title><content type='html'>Retornamos de Mendoza por Rio Cuarto, Rosário (cruzando a ponte abaixo) e chegando a Colón Payssandu para cruzar da Argentina para o Uruguai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5JmoXJYBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/o4L4u9CIaTk/s1600-h/ponte+Rosario"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291247540225269778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5JmoXJYBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/o4L4u9CIaTk/s320/ponte+Rosario" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saímos as 9 horas da manhã de Mendoza e, pelas 8 horas da Manhã do dia seguinte chegamos em Porto Alegre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerca de 5.800km em 4 dias. Corrido? sim, mas altamente desestressante. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-7591254381133299070?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/7591254381133299070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=7591254381133299070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7591254381133299070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/7591254381133299070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/01/mendoza-rosrio-tacuaremb-livramento-e.html' title='Mendoza - Rosário - Tacuarembó - Livramento e Porto Alegre'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5JmoXJYBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/o4L4u9CIaTk/s72-c/ponte+Rosario' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4406288966876702273</id><published>2008-12-20T18:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:20:40.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Serena - Túnel Cristo Redentor - Mendoza</title><content type='html'>Acordei em Vallenar como gato letárgico, ainda com os resíduos do mal da montanha. Rumamos para La Serena, na costa Chilena. Praia organizada, mas o oceano pacífico de sempre (frio, sujo e feio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5IA0hhrkI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/duAl26Pj2qc/s1600-h/la+serena"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291245791143374402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5IA0hhrkI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/duAl26Pj2qc/s320/la+serena" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daí rumamos em direção a Vina Del Mar e Valparaíso com intenção de cruzar a cordilheira pelo Túnel Cristo Redentor. Como sempre, umas 2 horas de espera na aduana do Túnel (que complicação).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5IAi_6GDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/FDApYsNzzxs/s1600-h/vista+da+estrada+do+tunel+cristo+redentor"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291245786438965298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5IAi_6GDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/FDApYsNzzxs/s320/vista+da+estrada+do+tunel+cristo+redentor" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chegamos a Mendoza no final da tarde, onde procuramos um bom hotel (há dezenas), com preço acessível, saboreando a noite nosso velho amigo filé e várias Quilmes Litro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5IAFPLj2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/2x3C0FV7uJE/s1600-h/mendoza"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291245778449960802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5IAFPLj2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/2x3C0FV7uJE/s320/mendoza" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;(uma rua de Mendoza, difícil foi achar a saída da cidade, heheeh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-4406288966876702273?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/4406288966876702273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=4406288966876702273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4406288966876702273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4406288966876702273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2009/01/la-serena-tnel-cristo-redentor-mendoza.html' title='La Serena - Túnel Cristo Redentor - Mendoza'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5IA0hhrkI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/duAl26Pj2qc/s72-c/la+serena' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4743218590216815675</id><published>2008-12-19T17:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:14:33.212-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Travessia da Cordilheira-Passo de San Francisco</title><content type='html'>Minha opção pelo carro, ao invés da moto, foi pelo pouco tempo. Fui em companhia do Ivan e realizamos todo o roteiro acima em 4 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro dia, saímos de Porto Alegre dia 17 e pousamos em Catamarca dia 18, tocamos direto. Não recomendo para ninguém, cidade do norte argentino, com rede hoteleira grande, mas antiga e preços horrorosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordamos cedo em catamarca no dia 19/12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5DxSrzLbI/AAAAAAAAAh4/aG-6SpboUDo/s1600-h/estrada+passo+san+francisco"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291241126315109810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5DxSrzLbI/AAAAAAAAAh4/aG-6SpboUDo/s320/estrada+passo+san+francisco" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Passo Internacional de São Francisco está a 4.776 metros de altitude. Chegamos lá bem, boa parte asfaltada e quando esta acabou o rípio estava "liso", sem buracos. Já havia lido relatos sobre dificuldades de abastecimento na travessia, pois são raros os postos de combustíveis e partir de Tinogasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez com a minha R1200GS, de 33 litros, não tivesse dificuldades, mas motos com tanque menor tem que se precaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5Dw1dD5cI/AAAAAAAAAhw/npyUGF7rNqM/s1600-h/limite+passo+san+francisco"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291241118468662722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5Dw1dD5cI/AAAAAAAAAhw/npyUGF7rNqM/s320/limite+passo+san+francisco" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A beleza da estrada que corta a cordilheira, pelo Passo de San Francisco, assim como as demais, é indescritível e as belas fotos não traduzem toda sua imensidão. Pode ser comparada ao Passo de Sico, que por ainda ser de rípio (e não asfaltada como o Passo de Jama, Túnel Cristo Redentor ou a região dos lagos) ainda conserva uma beleza que parece intocável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5Dw6-UCwI/AAAAAAAAAho/8DuG8gXxLe8/s1600-h/placa+passo+san+francisco"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291241119950310146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5Dw6-UCwI/AAAAAAAAAho/8DuG8gXxLe8/s320/placa+passo+san+francisco" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O que tocou, todavia, foi a forma física péssima do presente missivista. A quase 4.800 metro de altitude inventei se subir uma pequena "elevação" para bater fotos. Nossa, faltou ar, pulmões, coração, pernas.... achei que ia ter um "troço", é o mal das montanhas pegando com força.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Teiga que passou de moto por lá em dezembro também relatou o mal estar pela altitude. Será a associação dela com o ar seco? Num sei, mas passei trabalho. Isso me levou a desistir de voltar po Águas Negras e retornar pelo cordato e asfaltado túnel Cristo Redentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5DwrnGZsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/-eNt1xE2xAI/s1600-h/pajero+meio+deserto"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291241115826415298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5DwrnGZsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/-eNt1xE2xAI/s320/pajero+meio+deserto" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Descemos o Passo de San Franciso, próxima a Copiapó, e rumamos para La Serena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A transposição da cordilheira nos deixou cansado e acabamos dormindo em Vallenar, onde encontramos um bom hotel que, regado a um belo filé e cerveja se tornou ainda melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-4743218590216815675?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/4743218590216815675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=4743218590216815675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4743218590216815675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4743218590216815675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/12/minha-opo-pelo-carro-ao-invs-da-moto.html' title='Travessia da Cordilheira-Passo de San Francisco'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5DxSrzLbI/AAAAAAAAAh4/aG-6SpboUDo/s72-c/estrada+passo+san+francisco' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-626706920982387494</id><published>2008-12-17T17:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:55:13.198-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cordilheira - Passo de San Francisco</title><content type='html'>Andava meio estressado, já que nenhum feriadão houve no segundo semestre de 2008 e o trabalho comeu pesado o periodo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha programado férias com a família em Orlando, de 22/12 a 02/01. Em 17/12 resolvi fazer uma viagem relâmpago ao Chile, de carro. Adoro a travessia da cordilheira e resolvi tentar pelo Passo de San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5CXmx5vfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/diQ8FLtfdF4/s1600-h/placaaimogasta"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291239585521188338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5CXmx5vfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/diQ8FLtfdF4/s320/placaaimogasta" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O roteiro: Porto Alegre / Uruguaiana / Corrientes-Resistencia / Santiago del Estero / San Fdo del V. de Catamarca / Aimogasta / Tinogasta / Fiambala / Paso San Francisco / Copiapó / La Serena / Los Andes / Mendoza / Rosario / Paysandu / Tacuarembo / Rivera / Santana do Livramento / Porot Alegre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-626706920982387494?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/626706920982387494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=626706920982387494' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/626706920982387494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/626706920982387494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/12/cordilheira-passo-de-san-francisco.html' title='Cordilheira - Passo de San Francisco'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SW5CXmx5vfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/diQ8FLtfdF4/s72-c/placaaimogasta' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4536010760976109898</id><published>2008-11-17T15:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:51:07.815-02:00</updated><title type='text'>BMW Rider Training Off Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSGmHYWWSqI/AAAAAAAAANU/SvyyXKobBOE/s1600-h/PB150061+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269675684725672610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSGmHYWWSqI/AAAAAAAAANU/SvyyXKobBOE/s320/PB150061+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia amanhe- ceu quente em Sorocaba, muito quente. Saímos do centro e fomos té a Fazenda Cascata em Votorantim, de propriedade do pai dos instrutores Raul Fernandes e Maurício Fernandes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não conhece, Maurício já correu 2 vezes o Paris Dakar e um batalhão de vezes o Rally dos Sertões. Seu irmão Raul, editor-chefe da revista "Motociclismo", que foi o instrutor, pilota qualquer coisa que tenha motor. A experiência off-road dos Fernandes e sua didática é algo realmente impressionante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSGl3mitfLI/AAAAAAAAANM/DSPGQnlOGQA/s1600-h/PB150052+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269675413657713842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSGl3mitfLI/AAAAAAAAANM/DSPGQnlOGQA/s320/PB150052+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O curso é patrocinado pela BMW do Brasil, que coloca 7 motos à disposição, todas novas (ano 2008) para um máximo de 6 participantes. Pode ser andar em qualquer uma delas.  E NÃO precisa ser proprietário de BMW para participar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sábado havia 1 R1200GS Adventure, 2 R1200GS, 2 GS650 com motor bicilindrico rotax de 800cc, 1 gs650 monocilínrica e 1 GS450Conty, todas equipadas com os pneus Metzeler Karoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSGloCCQQuI/AAAAAAAAANE/fXmXWxPm73g/s1600-h/PB150058+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269675146159866594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSGloCCQQuI/AAAAAAAAANE/fXmXWxPm73g/s320/PB150058+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O curso tem duração de 1 dia, longo, quente e "cansativo" (mas que diversão) e, na minha opinião, vale muito a pena. Tem motos preparadas, que não é a sua e você não vai ter que consertar, tem ambulância a disposição (não utilizada, ainda bem), pode se rodar em várias motos, com o pneu certo, tem um instrutor que entende de off-road 10 vezes mais que seu melhor amigo e que, com técnica e didática, vai explicando cada situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSGlWBmYESI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RX5YALMY4to/s1600-h/PB150060+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269674836805292322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSGlWBmYESI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RX5YALMY4to/s320/PB150060+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O curso começa com o domínio da moto e a necessidade de se ficar em pé em cima dela em um ambiente off road. A importância de se desligar o ABS e o controle de tração e porque se faz isso. No começo, chega-se a ficar com os dois pés em cima do banco (isso mesmo) ninguém acredita que é capaz, mas é fundamental para ver que, depois de fazer voltas e voltas ajoelhado em cima do banco, ficar de pé nos obstáculos é "barbada".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O curso transmite várias técnicas, tais como: frenagem traseira, frenagem dianteira, conjugada, equilíbrio, controle acelerador e embreagem, descida e subida íngreme, travessia de erosões, riachos, cascalho e areia (bota cascalho e areia), com uma didática perfeita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostei e, como disse, em meu entender é um curso obrigatório para quem investe mais de R$ 40 mil em uma maxitrail. Ganhei até um "certificado". Continuo um abobado com a coragem maior que a habilidade, mas agora com "certificado" rsrsrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSGsYir1pbI/AAAAAAAAANc/KaGBJG0lS3w/s1600-h/BMW_R_TRAINING_BRASIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269682576627705266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSGsYir1pbI/AAAAAAAAANc/KaGBJG0lS3w/s200/BMW_R_TRAINING_BRASIL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Informações: Para se inscrever e/ou obter maiores informações, entre em contato com Adriana,pelo telefone (11) 3055-1399 ou pelo e-mail adriana@newmk.com.br.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-4536010760976109898?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/4536010760976109898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=4536010760976109898' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4536010760976109898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4536010760976109898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/11/bmw-rider-training-off-road.html' title='BMW Rider Training Off Road'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSGmHYWWSqI/AAAAAAAAANU/SvyyXKobBOE/s72-c/PB150061+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4838962250350451636</id><published>2008-11-08T09:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:20:42.567-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Criúva - onde é isso mesmo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSPzeOT-dII/AAAAAAAAAOE/70Skza42olg/s1600-h/PB080008+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270323689517118594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSPzeOT-dII/AAAAAAAAAOE/70Skza42olg/s320/PB080008+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanheceu quente no sábado de Porto Alegre. Dia de sol. Fazendo um bom tempo que não andava de moto, resolvi dar um pulo até a Av. Sertório para acompanhar o pessoal da Maxitraill num subida da serra para almoço em Criúva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei me atrasando e fiz um voô solo até lá, onde me encontrei com o pessoal e desci a serra acompanhado do Felipe, Marro a Jaque (a noite tinha o casamento do Charles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSPzeBlblsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bSk7g4jADi8/s1600-h/PB080009+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270323686100670146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSPzeBlblsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bSk7g4jADi8/s320/PB080009+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Criúva é um vilarejo encravado na serra, faz parte do município de Caxias, mas se chega lá por São Marcos. Estrada de asfalto muito bonita serpenteando a serra, com direito a descida em um trecho de 6km de estrada de chão até a ponto dos Koch (de ferro e madeira, deve ser do início do século passado).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSPzd5e4jdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxICPq5cCKE/s1600-h/PB080006+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270323683925724626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSPzd5e4jdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxICPq5cCKE/s320/PB080006+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O ponto alto da viagem foi o almoço caseiro na Casa Verde. Sou daqueles que preferem um bom filé e meio que arrepio para esses almoços "caseiros". Mas ese daí tirei o chapéu, notadamente por um creme de polenta com queijo e bacon. Tem até site na internet &lt;a href="http://www.criuvacasaverde.tur.br/"&gt;http://www.criuvacasaverde.tur.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSPzduzdwXI/AAAAAAAAANs/xN8KNKjLIj0/s1600-h/PB080022+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270323681059258738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSPzduzdwXI/AAAAAAAAANs/xN8KNKjLIj0/s320/PB080022+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSPzdapyBjI/AAAAAAAAANk/NPGjz5NSVYM/s1600-h/PB080006+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheguei em Porto Alegre no final da tarde. Cansado, viajando a uns 40 graus (até o vento era quente). A noite peguei a mulher meio bicuda, porque mal conseguia me mecher no casamento do Charles, mas fazer o quê né.... porque tinha que estar tão quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-4838962250350451636?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/4838962250350451636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=4838962250350451636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4838962250350451636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4838962250350451636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/11/criva-onde-isso-mesmo.html' title='Criúva - onde é isso mesmo?'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SSPzeOT-dII/AAAAAAAAAOE/70Skza42olg/s72-c/PB080008+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-3015913187829769588</id><published>2008-09-28T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:57:33.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De Urubici-SC até Criciuma, pela Serra do Corvo Branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SOqsopw-FFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ijWXjFYsh6g/s1600-h/entrada+serra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254201729687098450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SOqsopw-FFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ijWXjFYsh6g/s320/entrada+serra.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fazia um bom tempo que não dava uma andava de moto. Com algumas dicas aqui e ali resolvi dar um passeio até Urubici-SC. Saí no sábado, com volta no domingo.Subi a partir de Porto Alegre a BR 116, cruzando por Lages, para chegar a Urubici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hospedei no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.serrabela.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.serrabela.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não procurei muito não, é um bom hotel, preço meio salgado, mas não estava afim de pesquisar muita coisa. Choveu muito na chegada à Urubici. Continuou chovendo a noite inteira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No domingo acordei tarde (curando as 2 ou 3 garrafas de vinho da noite anterior). Fui conhecer o morro da Igreja mas a neblina era danada.Descendo do morro da Igreja fiquei em dúvida em retornar pelo asfalto da Serra do Rio do Rastro (que já passei mas 15 vezes) ou ir pela SC 439 (serra do corvo branco) que tem mais de 100km de estrada de chão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SOqtbs3jfYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Jd2BofFF8yU/s1600-h/terra+firme+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254202606693350786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SOqtbs3jfYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Jd2BofFF8yU/s400/terra+firme+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SOqtRRzkl4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5pOQFZyxm4E/s1600-h/terra+firme.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254202427630196610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SOqtRRzkl4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5pOQFZyxm4E/s400/terra+firme.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Minha dúvida era motivada pela chuva que há 3 dias castigava a região e o tempo não dava sinais de melhora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calçada com uns pneus Michelin Anakee na traseira, meia vida, uma GS Adventure de 300kg com pneus que são um terror em estrada de chão, e sozinho, não era uma boa pedida. Bati um papo, aqui e ali, e o "pessoal" me garantiu que a estrada era aquilo ali que já tinha visto (rodei uns 20km de chão até o morro da Igreja). Resolvi encarar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SOqtF4x6q1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/5WDnULa-frE/s1600-h/P9280363+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254202231933807442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SOqtF4x6q1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/5WDnULa-frE/s400/P9280363+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mas a opção não foi uma das melhores ou, por outro lado, para quem gosta de aventuras um prato cheio. Muito barro na estrada, muito mesmo.Umas 20 escorregadas de cai não cai e uns 3 tombos de fato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os tombos até que não foram feios, tanto que as proteções da adventure deram conta do recado, pois nem sequer arranharam. Em uma delas é que, mesmo em baixa velocidade, levei um trancasso e bati forte com o capacete no chão. Fiquei meio abobado uns minutos, mas uns 15 minutos depois já estava de pé.Problema, mesmo, é levantar sozinho uma GSA de 300kg do chão.... Nossa... duas vezes foi, na terceira fiquei uma hora e meia esperando passar alguém pela estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SOqs6diCkGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zC1sMsBlBtY/s1600-h/P9280362+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254202035640897634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SOqs6diCkGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zC1sMsBlBtY/s400/P9280362+%5B1600x1200%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a) a não ser que seja piloto mesmo (o que não sou) e que tenha uma moto leve e com pneu para barro, não passe em dias de chuva pela serra do corvo branco;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b) nunca viaje sozinho com uma moto que, se não for o incrível Hulk, não possa levantar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c) mas, ao final, meio dolorido, até que fiquei de bem com a vida com a façanha realizada. Vá entender isso.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-3015913187829769588?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/3015913187829769588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=3015913187829769588' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3015913187829769588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3015913187829769588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/09/de-urubici-sc-at-criciuma-pela-serra-do.html' title='De Urubici-SC até Criciuma, pela Serra do Corvo Branco'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SOqsopw-FFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ijWXjFYsh6g/s72-c/entrada+serra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-6990884638054461405</id><published>2008-08-05T09:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:19:01.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilha das Tuias, pela beira da lagoa dos barros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SJhCvkA8lgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qb59sHEFHSw/s1600-h/tuiajul08+(6)+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231004352079762946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SJhCvkA8lgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qb59sHEFHSw/s200/tuiajul08+(6)+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com a cara do sábado estava meio para chuva e eu já havia tomado um "caldo" de moto com a chuva do último domingo, aproveitei o sábado para acompanhar o Weberzito, Bruno e Paulo em uma trilha pelas lagoas, entrando em Santo Antônio e saindo em Cidreira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parceria, como sempre nota 10, cerveja "moderada" pela nova lei do trânsito, mas uma boa diversão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231005344658855682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SJhDpVqPlwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lY20jHF5OiQ/s320/tuiajul08+(13)+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ao fundo, minha Land (após 3 meses de reforma), com o Paulo (Vitara), fazendo pose. Foi o qu mais desatolou os outros abobados ao longo do caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231005256161325042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SJhDkL-yb_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qA2_tUIZhIQ/s320/tuiajul08+(15)+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Nesta foto se vê o Shultz, zequinha do Weberzito, com botinha e roupinha de passear em Shopping, engatando o guincho no Weber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231005094452451330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SJhDaxkY2AI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Dq_AkcOokLw/s320/tuiajul08+(2)+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6990884638054461405?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6990884638054461405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6990884638054461405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6990884638054461405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6990884638054461405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/08/trilha-das-tuias-pela-beira-da-lagoa.html' title='Trilha das Tuias, pela beira da lagoa dos barros'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SJhCvkA8lgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qb59sHEFHSw/s72-c/tuiajul08+(6)+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-3681070073603097217</id><published>2008-06-22T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:36:58.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O retorno de São José do Norte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBe4eN5TrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tQ2aCwO941I/s1600-h/P6220166+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215272692772064946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBe4eN5TrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tQ2aCwO941I/s400/P6220166+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Foto da trupe na frente do Farol, quando de nosso retorno de Domingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBeg_MbdII/AAAAAAAAAH8/WlJ7qSL2Nfc/s1600-h/P6220162+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215272289307423874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBeg_MbdII/AAAAAAAAAH8/WlJ7qSL2Nfc/s400/P6220162+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retornamos de São José até Bojuru pelo asfalto, onde almoçamos (foto acima). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Depois, pegamos em direção a Lagoa, onde a água, muito alta, não deu passagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vejam o vídeo em &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=RfaERCURlJA"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=RfaERCURlJA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Abaixo, o Bruno, volta e meia em apuros.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBeRi1mZZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lZ0HHF8CPuA/s1600-h/DSC01017+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215272023997441426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBeRi1mZZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lZ0HHF8CPuA/s400/DSC01017+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBdvqbipSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IC7y7ewwivg/s1600-h/DSC01012+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215271441920075042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBdvqbipSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IC7y7ewwivg/s400/DSC01012+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBdhur-pcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pov_vDNJF9g/s1600-h/P6210133+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215271202544592322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBdhur-pcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pov_vDNJF9g/s400/P6210133+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBc9VJfSlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kdtjJW2revI/s1600-h/P6210140+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215270577213753938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBc9VJfSlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kdtjJW2revI/s400/P6210140+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-3681070073603097217?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/3681070073603097217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=3681070073603097217' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3681070073603097217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3681070073603097217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/06/o-retorno-de-so-jos-do-norte.html' title='O retorno de São José do Norte'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBe4eN5TrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tQ2aCwO941I/s72-c/P6220166+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4641393744144433982</id><published>2008-06-21T22:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:30:50.952-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cidreira a São Jose do Norte, pela Beira-Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBb49zpTvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UYM-FBmSbYY/s1600-h/P6210153+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215269402717015794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBb49zpTvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UYM-FBmSbYY/s200/P6210153+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Neste final de semana resolvemos fazer um passeio diferente (apesar de fazê-lo pela terceira vez nos últimos 4 anos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos de Cidreira à São José do Norte-RS pela Beira-Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choveu muito na sexta-feira, muito vento no sábado e um dia meio nubladão, mas a longa beira-mar estava, como sempre, bonita de se ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBYbr_9ZaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ry4fSkbwg_Q/s1600-h/P6220163+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215265601185736098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBYbr_9ZaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ry4fSkbwg_Q/s400/P6220163+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No caminho encontramos uma série de focas, pinguins, leão marinhos, a maioria vivos. Os cetáceos foram um alento para um colega do grupo, o Weberzito Lontra, que se sentiu a vontade no meio de seus pares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBYFDz84_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/HyHeslxhTmI/s1600-h/P6210145+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215265212440830962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBYFDz84_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/HyHeslxhTmI/s400/P6210145+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBX3LFLJ6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/is00FFMjD3U/s1600-h/P6210118+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215264973873948578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBX3LFLJ6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/is00FFMjD3U/s400/P6210118+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Está aí uma foto do Bando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBXfTvTxGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JzQmZPKc54g/s1600-h/P6210122+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215264563881296994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBXfTvTxGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JzQmZPKc54g/s400/P6210122+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-4641393744144433982?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/4641393744144433982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=4641393744144433982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4641393744144433982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4641393744144433982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/06/cidreira-so-jose-do-norte-pela-beira.html' title='Cidreira a São Jose do Norte, pela Beira-Mar'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SGBb49zpTvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UYM-FBmSbYY/s72-c/P6210153+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-6221669894274479034</id><published>2008-04-20T12:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:59:04.641-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinha um buraco no meio do caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SA5DRwbSRTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1v2lbdIe7Ok/s1600-h/DSC00690+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192161392740943154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SA5DRwbSRTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1v2lbdIe7Ok/s320/DSC00690+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dia 20, domingo, eu, Leandro e Alexandre resolvemos "ir" retornando devagarinho para Porto Alegre, dormindo no meio de SC, talvez em Concórdia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O retorno fizemos por Capanema (Barracão), para sair em Iraí (Frederico Whestphalen) e seguindo até Porto Alegre pela BR 386.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em Santo Antônio do Oeste o Alexandre "achou" um buraco no meio do caminho, entortando a roda dianteira e mais ainda a traseira, cujo pneu esvaziou. Eu e o Leandro estávamos à frente, e esperamos uns 5 minutos até darmos meia volta para procurá-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao tentar consertarmos a roda a mesma trincou, o que nos fez abandonar a idéia do Alexandre voltar rodando. Asim, fomos até um posto de gasolina próximo, tiramos a roda da minha moto, colocamos na garupa da do Leandro este retornou para o local onde estava a moto do Alexandre e os dois vieram rodando até o posto de combustível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SA4OMgbSRQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LYK69Zfbbvo/s1600-h/DSC00705+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192103028430357762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SA4OMgbSRQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LYK69Zfbbvo/s320/DSC00705+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De lá requisitamos a assistência 24 horas, que levou 3 horas para chegar e carregou a moto de guincho até Porto Alegre (cerca de 600/700km). A seguradora, Chubb, queria cobrar uma diferença de quilometragem. Como o Alexandre dispensou o táxi, pegando carona no guincho, nada foi cobrado de diferença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem até um vídeo o resgate:&lt;br /&gt;(vídeo removido a pedido dos protagonistas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusões:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) a roda de liga da BMW é "muuuito fraca" para uma GS;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) prefira as rodas raiadas (a minha moto já sofreu pancadas estratosféricas e a roda raiada nem se coçou);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) leve uma chave para TROCAR a roda. Não vem no Kit da moto (no caso da BMW é uma tork 50) e nos permitiu levar a moto até um local seguro. A sorte é que o Leandro tinha a chave na bagagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6221669894274479034?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6221669894274479034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6221669894274479034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6221669894274479034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6221669894274479034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/04/tinha-um-buraco-no-meio-do-caminho.html' title='Tinha um buraco no meio do caminho'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SA5DRwbSRTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1v2lbdIe7Ok/s72-c/DSC00690+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-5461788583039132557</id><published>2008-04-19T12:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:18:56.771-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porto Alegre a Foz do Iguaçu (pela Argentina)</title><content type='html'>O caminho de Porto Alegre a Foz do Iguaçu encurta bastante (quase 200km) se optares por ir pela Argentina, pegando a balsa em Porto Mauá. Foi o que fiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SA4EPwbSRKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EzP0SFo1rh8/s1600-h/DSC00667+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192092089148654754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SA4EPwbSRKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EzP0SFo1rh8/s320/DSC00667+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saí de Porto Alegre cerca das 5 horas da manhã e cheguei em Foz do Iguaçu pelas 14 horas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O trajeto foi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porto Alegre - Soledade - Espumoso - Cruz Alta - Entre Ijuís - Santo Ângelo - Santa Rosa - Tuparendi - Porto Mauá ... e dali pela Argentina, passando em 2 de Maio e pegando a Ruta 12 até Foz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chegando em Foz, acabei indo dar uma olhada em Ciudad Del Leste, já que dia 20 seria feriado no Paraguay (eleições).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais tarde no hotel, além da companhia dos irmãos Leandro (GSA 2007) e Alexandre (GS 2008), recebemos a companhia do Dr. Harry  (K1200GT) que nos honrou com um jantar com diversas histórias em um restaurante espanhol da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192093334689170626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SA4FYQbSRMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zUMnq40xwEg/s320/DSC00682+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192093313214334130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SA4FXAbSRLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y0m1qPlePZ8/s320/DSC00679+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-5461788583039132557?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/5461788583039132557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=5461788583039132557' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5461788583039132557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5461788583039132557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/04/porto-alegre-foz-do-iguau-pela.html' title='Porto Alegre a Foz do Iguaçu (pela Argentina)'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SA4EPwbSRKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EzP0SFo1rh8/s72-c/DSC00667+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-3551420772848551688</id><published>2008-04-13T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:20:04.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BMW Road Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAIaCW0Dm_I/AAAAAAAAABc/JHgAVXnxgcY/s1600-h/DSC07688.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188738348470213618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAIaCW0Dm_I/AAAAAAAAABc/JHgAVXnxgcY/s200/DSC07688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Geralmente costumo programar minhas atividades para um mínimo de stress, ou seja, do alto dos meus 45 anos não faço em programações particulares nada que  não me agrade. Tenho isso como uma compensação para a semana toda onde minha peocupação é atender as vontades e necessidades de clientes, bem como a atenção requerida pela família, duas atividades que também faço com prazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando o simpático Régis da Süd me convidou para o Road Show da BMW, perguntei a ele e ao Leandro Aggens se haveria aquele esquema de filas, poucas motos, meia volta na pista, etc... Como foram enfáticos em dizer que NUNCA havia isso, me programei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cheguei em Tarumã, por compromissos particulares, lá pelas 11:30h. Fiz a inscrição, sendo o "conhecimento limitado" a 2 motos. As opções eram espartanas (apesar da marca ser alemã). Tinha uma GS monocilindrica de 650 (vontade zero de andar nesse troço), uma adventure e uma GS (já tenho adventure pô), uma RT (nenhum tesão por essas touring cheia de malas) e a única que valia a pena (uma K1200). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou resumir a ópera, fiquei em tarumã até as 15h e não andei em nenhuma. Quando chegou a minha vez desabou uma chuva. Como já estava cansado de ficar em pé e jogar conversa fora, fui me retirando.... No Road Show do ano de 2.050, se ainda estiver vivo, vou pensar em aparecer em outro.... quem sabe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha também o Road Show de carros (uns conversíveis de parar o trânsito). Para estes eu não tinha convite e ao tentar me inscrever uma moça bastante convicta disse mais ou menos assim.... (nem a pau Juvenal....) isso que não me chamo Juvenal, apesar de ter cara de palerma e nenhuma vontade de gastar meus parcos e suados recursos em uma BMW - posição que deve ter sido flagrada pelos atendendentes da BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a intervenção do Dr. Laury, a contragosto dos organizadores, recebi um convite. Mas, apesar de todos os carros parados no pátio, me arranjaram um horário para depois das 18 horas. Claro que não ia esperar, meu sábado teve coisas bem mais interessantes que andar naqueles chucrutes de rodas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188739224643542034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAIa1W0DnBI/AAAAAAAAABs/vboIuOIl2qk/s320/convite+mioloRS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-3551420772848551688?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/3551420772848551688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=3551420772848551688' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3551420772848551688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3551420772848551688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/04/bmw-road-show.html' title='BMW Road Show'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAIaCW0Dm_I/AAAAAAAAABc/JHgAVXnxgcY/s72-c/DSC07688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-752745661503830474</id><published>2008-04-10T13:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:05:37.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Projeto: Feriado de 1º de Maio - Passo de Sico e Salar de Uyuni - Bolívia</title><content type='html'>Com o feriadão resolvemos fazer mais um projeto "the flash" pela América do Sul, ou seja, dirigir 24 horas (em revezamento) até a cordilheira ou ponto final e dali iniciar o passeio. Com isto, vamos matar a curiosidade de uma plaquinha de divisa da Bolívia que tem na estrada de Passo de Jama (e que cruzamos umas 10 vezes, de carro e moto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189147641673653666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAOOSW0DnaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RK1QncD81b0/s320/Atacama+005+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;A idéia é cruzar o passo de sico, a partir de salta. Sempre cruzamos a fronteira norte da cordilheira por jujuy (passo de jama). De San Pedro do Atacama a idéia é subir a direita de calama, entrando no Salar e depois saindo na estrada do passo de Jama (no ponto da foto acima, onde aparece o "Diguinho").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rodrigo sai de pickup de Porto Alegre dia 28/04 e eu encontro ele em Salta (saindo de avião até buenos aires pela Tam e depois pela Austral até Salta) no dia 30/04.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo, alguns links que organizei sobre os locais que passaremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo de Sico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viajoporargentina.com/salta/salta/a_san_antonio_por.htm"&gt;http://www.viajoporargentina.com/salta/salta/a_san_antonio_por.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um louco fez tudo de bicicleta &lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/7passos/7passos.htm"&gt;http://www.olinto.com.br/7passos/7passos.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chardo.com.br/mp03.htm"&gt;http://www.chardo.com.br/mp03.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.encoder.eti.br/machu.htm"&gt;http://www.encoder.eti.br/machu.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salar de Uyuni - Bolívia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salar_de_Uyuni"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salar_de_Uyuni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janelanaweb.com/viagens/uyuni.html"&gt;http://www.janelanaweb.com/viagens/uyuni.html&lt;/a&gt; (boas dicas, veja o que diz do diesel boliviano, que nos deixou empenhado uma noite entre Cuzco, Abancay e Nazca em 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://roteirosandinos.altamontanha.com/bolivia/salar.asp"&gt;http://roteirosandinos.altamontanha.com/bolivia/salar.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/mochilabrasil/bolivia08.shtml"&gt;http://www2.uol.com.br/mochilabrasil/bolivia08.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reclamando de agências e dando dicas... &lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/oviajante/rbalbo.htm"&gt;http://www2.uol.com.br/oviajante/rbalbo.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.almadeviajante.com/viagens/bolivia/salar-uyuni.php"&gt;http://www.almadeviajante.com/viagens/bolivia/salar-uyuni.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moreno.wikidot.com/salar-de-uyuni"&gt;http://moreno.wikidot.com/salar-de-uyuni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pisa.tur.br/roteiro_intro.php?id_roteiro=160"&gt;http://www.pisa.tur.br/roteiro_intro.php?id_roteiro=160&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viagensmaneiras.com/viagens/INTERNACIONAL/uyuni.htm"&gt;http://www.viagensmaneiras.com/viagens/INTERNACIONAL/uyuni.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei também um link de porque, em 2006, passamos muito mal em Potosi, mal tínhamos forças para andar depois de um dia inteiro viajando pelas estradas poeirentas da Bolívia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/mochilabrasil/bolivia07.shtml"&gt;http://www2.uol.com.br/mochilabrasil/bolivia07.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-752745661503830474?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/752745661503830474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=752745661503830474' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/752745661503830474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/752745661503830474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2008/04/projeto-feriado-de-1-de-maio-passo-de.html' title='Projeto: Feriado de 1º de Maio - Passo de Sico e Salar de Uyuni - Bolívia'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAOOSW0DnaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RK1QncD81b0/s72-c/Atacama+005+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-1214384192912782440</id><published>2007-06-01T09:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:09:37.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porto Alegre à Bariloche - Sem Parar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAH7Dm0Dm-I/AAAAAAAAABU/2_Z85wjVuUY/s1600-h/jun07+carretera+003+%5BResolu%C3%A7%C3%A3o+da+%C3%81rea+de+Trabalho%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188704285084589026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAH7Dm0Dm-I/AAAAAAAAABU/2_Z85wjVuUY/s320/jun07+carretera+003+%5BResolu%C3%A7%C3%A3o+da+%C3%81rea+de+Trabalho%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Viajamos em uma Hilux CD/AT 2007. Nossas outras empreitadas tinham sido a bordo de uma Ranger CD 2000 (motor maxion 2.5) e de uma Tracker 2002 (diesel – motor pegeout). A Hilux anda mais do que as duas juntas. Por isso a viagem rendeu. Saímos no meio da tarde do dia 01/06/2006 (sexta-feira) de Porto Alegre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Era início da noite quando cruzamos a fronteira Livramento/Rivera (Brasil/Uruguay), indo em direção a Colon/Payssandu, para cruzar para a Argentina. Cruzamos o Uruguay e chegamos na Ponte Internacional em Payssandu as 11:30h. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trâmites rápidos de documentação. Todavia, a ponte esta “fechada”. Fechada por um protesto de ambientalistas argentinos contra a instalação das papeleiras uruguaias na margem do Rio Uruguay (divisa com a Argentina). Mas havia o compromisso dos ativistas de liberar a passagem a 1 da madrugada, e é o que foi feito. Nesta uma hora e meia (de um frio de arrepiar) deu para esticar as pernas, bater um papo com os ambientalistas (relatar a fábrica de celulose também em Guaiba - Porto Alegre, problema ambiental que eles conheciam melhor que eu). O Diguinho e o Renatito ficaram no carro (mastigando bolachinhas e tomando suco). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aberta a ponte nos bandiamos em direção a Zarate (arredores de Buenos Aires), cruzando a famosa ruta 14 (rodovia da propina). Não demorou muito fomos parados pela “policia” que, nem tinha parado o carro e aberto os vidros, já tinha o policial sacado que o Renatito estava sem cinto de segurança no banco de trás. Fez, para valorizar a parada, o maior escândalo, exacerbando valores de multas, etc.... Não estávamos dispostos a dar propina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aí ocorreu um fato curioso. No meio do nada, frio, e eu com uma vontade danada de fazer “xixi”. Olhei para os lados e só estrada, campo e a casinha dos guardas. Olho para um lado e outro e não vejo ninguém, nem carros, nem pessoas. Me encosto no pneu dianteiro da Hilux para fazer a necessidade. Quando começo, com aquela sensação de alívio inimaginável, aparece o maior movimento de trânsito que já vi naquela estrada, além de um dos guardas sair da casa em direção a estrada. Fui pego, literalmente, com as calças na mão. Novo problema, mas antes de qualquer escândalo maior, já vinha meu irmão com os documentos de volta (sem pagar propina ou multa). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recomendação: não faça xixi em frente a um posto de polícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAH6HW0Dm9I/AAAAAAAAABM/_2wfWCH-etc/s1600-h/jun07+carretera+036+%5BResolu%C3%A7%C3%A3o+da+%C3%81rea+de+Trabalho%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188703249997470674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAH6HW0Dm9I/AAAAAAAAABM/_2wfWCH-etc/s320/jun07+carretera+036+%5BResolu%C3%A7%C3%A3o+da+%C3%81rea+de+Trabalho%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas histórias a parte, a ida até Bariloche transcorreu em uma normalidade. Pegamos tempo seco e frio. Chegamos em Bariloche ainda de dia (cerca de 16 horas da tarde do dia 02) e tratamos logo de procurar um hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Visitamos 3, um ao lado do outro, nos decidindo por o de menor valor e que nos pareceu mais aconchegante. De fato, o era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A noite fomos caminhar a pé pela cidade, batemos bastante perna. Jantamos naquele famoso restaurante ao lado dos cinemas. Muitas Quilmes litro geladas e um belo filé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAH6HG0Dm8I/AAAAAAAAABE/jTmEwy3cKy8/s1600-h/jun07+carretera+003+%5BResolu%C3%A7%C3%A3o+da+%C3%81rea+de+Trabalho%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAH6HG0Dm8I/AAAAAAAAABE/jTmEwy3cKy8/s1600-h/jun07+carretera+003+%5BResolu%C3%A7%C3%A3o+da+%C3%81rea+de+Trabalho%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-1214384192912782440?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/1214384192912782440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=1214384192912782440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/1214384192912782440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/1214384192912782440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2007/06/porto-alegre-bariloche-sem-parar.html' title='Porto Alegre à Bariloche - Sem Parar'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAH7Dm0Dm-I/AAAAAAAAABU/2_Z85wjVuUY/s72-c/jun07+carretera+003+%5BResolu%C3%A7%C3%A3o+da+%C3%81rea+de+Trabalho%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-6349684394965571109</id><published>2007-05-31T08:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:10:20.284-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carretera Austral - Chile - Nosso Projeto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAH2RG0Dm7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/tMIiteRxjiM/s1600-h/jun07+carretera+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188699019454684082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAH2RG0Dm7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/tMIiteRxjiM/s200/jun07+carretera+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARRETERA AUSTRAL A AVENTURA – JUNHO/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta viagem foi planejada para o período de 1 a 10 de junho de 2007. Meus dois companheiros de viagem: meu irmão (Rodrigo, vulgo Diguinho) e o Renatito Chupim (ou Renato Sheirr, jubilado, contador, ex-auditor do INSS e professor universitário e que se auto-intitula o melhor meio campista em atividade no futebol mundial, apesar de seus 58 anos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo, tabela da viagem planejada (na prática ampliamos o roteiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188698074561878946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAH1aG0Dm6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/BebQUkNymtQ/s320/tabela+carretera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-6349684394965571109?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/6349684394965571109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=6349684394965571109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6349684394965571109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/6349684394965571109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2007/05/carretera-austral-chile-nosso-projeto.html' title='Carretera Austral - Chile - Nosso Projeto'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SAH2RG0Dm7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/tMIiteRxjiM/s72-c/jun07+carretera+245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-4261638128529149843</id><published>2005-09-24T20:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:59:24.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegando em Casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANjMG0DnYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j9AeX65mBuE/s1600-h/gps+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189100255299476866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANjMG0DnYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j9AeX65mBuE/s320/gps+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegamos em Porto Alegre ao final da noite de sábado, havendo tempo para algumas compras nos freee-shops de Riveira e um bom almoço em Livramento.&lt;br /&gt;o total foram 10.207 km computados pelo GPS, em um total de 114 horas de deslocamento, com média horária geral de 90,3 km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gastamos pouco mais de R$ 1.500,00 por pessoa, inclusos aí despesas preparatórias, combustíveis, alimentação, ingressos, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para trás, concluímos que é uma aventura que vale a pena ser vivida em uma semana, motivo pelo qual a falta de tempo não é desculpa para ninguém deixar de realizar este trajeto (por demais batido em sites de aventura).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizá-lo de motocicleta, hobby e lazer dos 3 aventureiros, já diríamos que esta sim, é uma “indiada braba” e que exige, por baixo, uns 15 dias.&lt;br /&gt;Por este motivo, no início de 2006 nossas duas rodas estarão cruzando o pantanal, mas aí já é outra história.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-4261638128529149843?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/4261638128529149843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=4261638128529149843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4261638128529149843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/4261638128529149843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2005/09/chegando-em-casa.html' title='Chegando em Casa'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANjMG0DnYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j9AeX65mBuE/s72-c/gps+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-3223206532985368001</id><published>2005-09-23T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:57:23.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Península Valdez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANitG0DnXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9hPaJeOGsJc/s1600-h/valdez1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189099722723532146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANitG0DnXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9hPaJeOGsJc/s320/valdez1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O santuário ecológico da Peninsula Valdez é um espetáculo a parte. Tomamos banho de sol com os leões marinhos (ou elefantes marinhos, lá sei eu, uns bichos grande para caramba), visitando também a pinguineira, onde batemos um plá com os bichanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANiU20DnWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cJGQI_fbBF0/s1600-h/valdez2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189099306111704418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANiU20DnWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cJGQI_fbBF0/s320/valdez2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também aventura de tracionar a 4x4 em direção as salinas existentes na Península. Divertimento garantido (depois soubemos que prática proibida). Iniciamos naquela tarde o retorno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-3223206532985368001?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/3223206532985368001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=3223206532985368001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3223206532985368001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/3223206532985368001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2005/09/pennsula-valdez.html' title='Península Valdez'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANitG0DnXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9hPaJeOGsJc/s72-c/valdez1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-1914142709589851621</id><published>2005-09-22T20:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:54:07.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El Chatén e cruzando da Ruta 40 para a Ruta 3</title><content type='html'>As referências a El Chatén são muitas em El Calafate. O rípio da ruta 40 para lá é parada dura. A cidadizinha fica no meio do nada, se é que nada tem meio. Se visitam de lá as duas maiores geleiras da Argentina, só que a pé (é capital nacional do trekking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANh2W0DnSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y4ioeKmbXco/s1600-h/chaten1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189098782125694242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANh2W0DnSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y4ioeKmbXco/s320/chaten1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANh2m0DnTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RZpH0xnKtlo/s1600-h/chaten2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189098786420661554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANh2m0DnTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RZpH0xnKtlo/s320/chaten2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANh2m0DnUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DttBTR3ot9Q/s1600-h/chaten3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189098786420661570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANh2m0DnUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DttBTR3ot9Q/s320/chaten3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; São 40 minutos a pé em uma e 2 horas em outra. Optamos por seguir até o sopé da cordilheira dos Andes, buscando o Lago da Descoberta (estou me perguntando até agora o que descobriram por lá).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retornamos a Ruta 40 no final da tarde para cruzar para a Ruta 3, no lado do Atlântico. Se dirigir no rípio de dia é difícil, na noite e na madrugada nem se fala. Agradecemos até hoje termos levado o aparelho GPS, plotado com Mapas Argentinos, senão possivelmente estaríamos até hoje no meio do deserto da Patagônia. Foram uma noite e uma madrugada em mais de 800 km de rípio sem encontrar viva alma ou carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvemos sair da Ruta 40 na cidade de Perito Moreno, pegando a ruta 43 para encontrar a Ruta 3 em Caleta Olívia, perto de Comodoro Rivadávia. Dirigimos até o amanhecer, quando tomamos um banho quente em um posto de combustível perto de Puerto Madryn. Estávamos a poucos quilômetros da Península Valdez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-1914142709589851621?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/1914142709589851621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=1914142709589851621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/1914142709589851621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/1914142709589851621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2005/09/el-chatn-e-cruzando-da-ruta-40-para.html' title='El Chatén e cruzando da Ruta 40 para a Ruta 3'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANh2W0DnSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y4ioeKmbXco/s72-c/chaten1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-5300940692096722420</id><published>2005-09-21T20:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:52:07.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El Calafate – Perito Moreno</title><content type='html'>Acordamos tarde. Cidade essencialmente turística, simpática e agradável. Por volta do meio dia fomos visitar o Glacial Perito Moreno de carro (dista 80km da cidade). Muitas fotos e vista magnífica. Retornamos a cidade para descansar, para seguirmos no dia seguinte a El Chatén.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANhFW0DnOI/AAAAAAAAADU/tctojPOPExM/s1600-h/calafate+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097940312104162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANhFW0DnOI/AAAAAAAAADU/tctojPOPExM/s400/calafate+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANhFW0DnPI/AAAAAAAAADc/ixsrv1zONkE/s1600-h/calafate+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097940312104178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANhFW0DnPI/AAAAAAAAADc/ixsrv1zONkE/s400/calafate+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANhFm0DnQI/AAAAAAAAADk/0y8mGj-CAi0/s1600-h/calafate+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097944607071490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANhFm0DnQI/AAAAAAAAADk/0y8mGj-CAi0/s400/calafate+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANhF20DnRI/AAAAAAAAADs/jsDYqoBwThA/s1600-h/calafete+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097948902038802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANhF20DnRI/AAAAAAAAADs/jsDYqoBwThA/s400/calafete+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795231601943488754-5300940692096722420?l=www.desventuras.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.desventuras.org/feeds/5300940692096722420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795231601943488754&amp;postID=5300940692096722420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5300940692096722420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795231601943488754/posts/default/5300940692096722420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.desventuras.org/2005/09/el-calafate-perito-moreno.html' title='El Calafate – Perito Moreno'/><author><name>Ramonpoa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANhFW0DnOI/AAAAAAAAADU/tctojPOPExM/s72-c/calafate+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795231601943488754.post-1202315376609426527</id><published>2005-09-20T20:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:48:38.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerro Castor – Esqui – Ushuaia - El Calafate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANgTm0DnNI/AAAAAAAAADM/50LnRVoR8JU/s1600-h/esquiando+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097085613612242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANgTm0DnNI/AAAAAAAAADM/50LnRVoR8JU/s320/esquiando+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levantamos acampamento para seguirmos nossa aventura. A cerca de 27 km de Ushuaia há a estação de esqui de Cerro Castor, que se orgulha de ser a estação mais longa de toda América do Sul (ao final de setembro a maioria está fechada – findou o inverno). Aluga-se tudo para esquiar. São 37 pesos do esqui + botas, 10 pesos das roupas e 28 pesos para a estação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os comentários sobre nosso desempenho no esqui mereceriam uma história a parte e, certamente, dariam uma enorme sessão pastelão. Considerados os 3 patetas, a média de tombos deve ter chegado a mais de 100 cada um. Doloridos, final da tarde, seguimos viagem em direção a El Calafate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANf-m0DnMI/AAAAAAAAADE/BI8pvCP5MM0/s1600-h/esquiando+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189096724836359362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ2QAgxVqMw/SANf-m0DnMI/AAAAAAAAADE/BI8pvCP5MM0/s400/esquiando+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tínhamos intenção de cruzar a balsa por Porvenir, desembarcando em Punta Arenas, mas a balsa faz sua última saída
