There is one usable road bridge from this island to the mainland and I have crossed this a few times in a car. Never seen a cyclist on this road, three lanes or more in both very busy directions. But, I was told there is a ciclovia, AKA cycle track, which runs under the bridge. So, to my embarrassment, I went and found it.
Yup, I have ridden past this many times, seen cyclists and pedestrians travelling in both directions. And I never made the connection. So today I rode over it to the other side. It is, literally, under the road surface of the bridge, thirty or forty feet. The view to the north is concrete, the southern view is the ocean and its local shores which look great to the naked eye but just do not work on my phone. Might just return with a camera. Maybe this pic will do . . .
At the mainland ( other ) end of the bridge the directions fudged. The intention was to turn right, google’s maps said left then a ‘U’ turn. Both pointed the bike at the return over the bridge but on the road, which I am pretty sure is not allowed. I looked about, pedalled slowly and looked about some more but the route was not obvious enough for me to see it. No sweat, turn south, the road seems to follow the coast so I will follow the road. It was rather good. Quiet, but that might not normally be the case. It is Carnaval across Brazil this weekend, which does not finish till Tuesday, so the country is shut. Come back on Wednesday, preferably after lunch. Carnaval is great, more about dance than much else. We went to a small village for their version, no samba school displays, just folk enjoying a good time. Ooops, off topic.
So, as the video shows, I squiggled along to a bit of road that was close to the shore. The bit of road stops at what I have to call a boardwalk and I know my tyres do not grip on wood. Far enough then, about turn. The road was just as good in the opposite direction but the rising parts were more noticeable. In this direction the road is closed to cars on Sundays, 0800 to 1700, bikes only. Beira Mar in Florianopolis has a stretch closed in the same way. Good to have a bit of a playground I reckon. The bridge, this will always remind me that I can be hard of thinking, and back to the island and the gentle ride to Itacorubi and that hill. It was warm, a bit of breeze, but no help at all to ride up. Still, sixteen miles, 800 feet of up and a well earned smile.
A landscape orientation map. Or something.