They were not the floods in Sta. Catarina those that stopped me. After all, it passed enough time, and it was again a safe and interesting area. I was stopped by the Brazilian bureaucracy, or more precisely, ineptitude: the immigration service was 22 kilometers (in Sta. Vitória) of the customs (2 km from Chuy). I guess that business as EGA give a solution to these bureaucratic problems. But its agency was closed (and the previous day they did not tell me of the potential problems I could have). And in the ‘rodoviario’, they asked me for a permit.
It could not pass the customs with the backpacks. Even if I had solved that matter, I was 22 Km away from complementing the needed papers.
So I just refused to stay one more day there to solve the absurd problems that appeared when trying to cross the border, and I took the bus to Montevideo. I could improvise. I was improvising.
A pity, because, it may have been interesting to write posts like ‘En pelotas em Pelotas’. But then, I was willing to cross through Iguazú.