A long day trip going to Corumbá

As you know, adventures in a trip never can be enough. So this happened too soon.

All things was going well when quite in front at Barra Funda station we realized that was impossible to get in Bolívia without passaport and Summer had forgot it. Basics things which were unchecked but for us, it was always normal.

We tried to call many people but nobody knew explain anything and even so we decided to get into the bus with many questions in our mind… If we can't get in Bolivia, what we gonna do? Come back to São Paulo? Stay in Corumbá just to use the free time for doing nothing? Better than go back home... Though, right in the plataform 24 right front the door of the bus, one kind lady looked at us and said, "Passaports aren't requested, cool it! Just take your DNI" and yeaaah we thought!

Ufa! :)

In fact we should only get at the bolivian border and take our "Documento Nacional de Identidad" or Nacional Identity Card and done!

Very well sweet lady, thanks for the information!

Under a strong storm we begin our long way trip and right on the bus we noticed that had only bolivian passengers except for we two. It would be a nice started and then we caught Castello Branco road [SP 280] toward Corumbá.

We stopped in a small city called Porangaba for eating something and got back to the road. It was almost night, we could see through one side of those large windows many colours coming from one beautiful sunrise.

By the other side, a monster storm was being formed with thunders and lightnings, it was the perfect scene for an adventure trip. During the night, a beautiful starry sky came out and followed us until we fell asleep...

...asleep until a baby start crying after shitting in his pants...

Holy Lord, where did we go wrong?

Even the starry sky was gone just like our mood.

I was enjoying the trip, the ecological air conditioning but from that time on I had my doubts...

Whatever.

In fact the baby have done that but we also did that too because we shat of laught. and a lot!!! kkk. What a shame.

Despite the smelling, the stars came out again followed by Fernando Pessoa poems, by the way, they're amazing! After a while, things come to me in dreams and I could remember part of its.

It was like that...

Fernando Pessoa after dead tried to explain me about the "Absurd Time", one of his theories and he was pointing to one window which had an unbelievable view and I remember of it perfectly. I could see a huge city at night with many lights plenty of life and colours. But his room was completly deep in shadow. What did that mean? He still wrote over his concret bed with no mattress an outstanding poem under a tiny moonlight beam...

For me, all those things were pretty fantastic.

I feel very sorry for not remembering because that poem was a such thing which gives you a dimension of the meaning of the life, but not as deep as you're defining. Simple things related to the human behavior which bring question as why people did, do and keep doing certain things exactly of the same way...

Why?

I fell asleeped again.

If I'm right we stopped two times at the road, one at Assis and another at Presidente Prudente for changing drivers. 'Til tomorrow.