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Em São Paulo, uma vez por ano, um final de semana é dedicado ao esporte em vários cantos da cidade, com o apoio da Prefeitura.&lt;br /&gt;
Em 2010, esta ação foi entre os dias 20 e 21 de novembro. Sábado, tempo firme e agradável.&lt;br /&gt;
Resolvi me arriscar e ir de bike mesmo, saindo de casa. Minha intenção era mesmo fazer todo o percurso, e voltar sem preocupação com o dia amanhecendo em São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/TOm5oxpe_sI/AAAAAAAAERM/1rKMgMrUVH0/s1600/DSC00206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/TOm5oxpe_sI/AAAAAAAAERM/1rKMgMrUVH0/s400/DSC00206.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Então, por volta das 20 horas eu sai de casa, meio apreensiva, porque iria pegar trânsito noturno sozinha pela primeira vez. Assusta um pouco porque os motorista não respeitam os ciclistas. Decidi cortar caminho pela Vila Madalena, achei menos perigoso que a Av. Brasil, que quase não tem guias. Quando estava lá, achei que não foi uma boa idéia, já que os bares já estavam cheios e muitos motoristas nas ruas. Errei a rua que ia entrar e precisei entrar na próxima, ao fim dela, vi uma imagem que parecia uma miragem: um bando de ciclista indo pelo mesmo caminho que iria. Perguntei para o último deles e &amp;nbsp;confirmei que os mesmos estavam indo para a concentração do passeio da Virada no Parque das Bicicletas, na região do Ibirapuera. Adorei! Que alívio! Companhia e segurança para andar no trânsito. Conheci um alemão, Joaquim que também iria fazer uma parte da Virada. Muito legal saber que um evento nosso está sendo prestigiado por um estrangeiro. Quando chegamos lá nos deparamos com uma imensidão de ciclistas. Uau!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/860002627126838592-908741456737302187?l=lilianfrazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As 8h30 já estava lá. Trânsito muito tranquilo no domingo pela manhã, estão saí de casa de bike mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pra mim foi um dia de testar minha nova máquina fotográfica. Me entender com todo o seu mecanismo.&lt;br /&gt;
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E encontrar as amigas também. Se falar que há anos não fazia nenhum passeio pelo Sesc e encontrei um amigo do Clube do Pedal do Sesc Ipiranga, o Marcelo, que agora está tocando esta área no Sesc Pinheiros.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Chegamos no Ponto combinado e nos preparamos para o pedal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Este ano finalmente consegui fazer a inscrição para a Famosa Corrida de Santos. Desde que comecei a correr sempre ouvi falar dela mas as inscrições sempre se esgotam rapidamente. Mas desta vez não marquei bobeira. Fui buscar meu kit na Caixa Econômica na Praça da Sé e sábado dia 15 de maio já estava em Santos. Reservei uma pousada pela internet, já que todos os hotéis estavam sem vagas. Mas quando cheguei no local, na Praia José Menino, não era exatamente o que vi pela Internet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Mas tudo bem, o que importava era a Corrida no domingo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Domingo sai da pousada as 7 horas com destino ao Centro de Santos para a largada. As ruas já estavam cheias de corredores. Sem saber como chegar ao Centro, consegui a ajuda de um amigo santista vizinho da Pousada que também ia correr e me ajudou a pegar o ônibus correto. Assim, chegamos na largada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S_kPb7fI26I/AAAAAAAADbQ/Dmq1tyW1xBk/s1600/Foto0038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S_kPb7fI26I/AAAAAAAADbQ/Dmq1tyW1xBk/s320/Foto0038.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo muito organizado. A largada foi separada por tempo de prova e isto foi respeitado. 15 mil pessoas aguardavam a largada que foi emocionante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S_kQEwT7rII/AAAAAAAADbY/Lot2jVYlmbM/s1600/Foto0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S_kQEwT7rII/AAAAAAAADbY/Lot2jVYlmbM/s320/Foto0043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cidade espera muito por esta corrida, e a rádio local, a Tribuna FM não pára de divulgar e convidar os moradores a sair às ruas e incentivar os atletas. Durante todo o percurso há pessoas e eventos pela rua. São oito quilômetros pelo Centro até chegar os dois últimos quilômetros pela Orla. Com final na Praia do Gonzaga. É de arrepiar quando você entra pela Orla e milhares de pessoas estão lá esperando.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não é uma prova fácil, muito calor devido ao horário da largada, 8h45. A chegada foi emocionante, de arrepiar!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S6-dFO9WxTI/AAAAAAAADUk/wzOtTyFPyJo/s1600/Foto0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S6-dFO9WxTI/AAAAAAAADUk/wzOtTyFPyJo/s320/Foto0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para chegar em Paranapiacaba já foi uma aventura. A estrada está com muitas reformas e muito engarrafamento em muitos trechos. Cheguei quase em cima da hora e sem almoçar. A névoa, famosa na Vila, estava bem forte. Os últimos kms foram assustadores. Achei que fosse correr na escuridão. É muito engraçado chegar lá, parece que está em outro lugar, que não o Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Estacionamento da Corrida! A neblina era algo de assustar qualquer corredor! Imagina correr no meio do mato assim?&lt;br /&gt;
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Como já estávamos lá e já havíamos feito a inscrição, eu, a Dorita e mais de trezentas pessoas fomos em frente.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;12 km de Corrida, ao redor da Vila de Paranapiacaba. Foi uma prova bem difícil, típica de corrida de Montanha, 9km dentro da Mata, com muita lama, barro, escorregões. Trechos longos dentro do rio, com água pelo joelho. Ainda bem que não estava muito frio. Depois de 2h05 cheguei novamente na Vila para pegar minha medalha, suja, cheia de lama, molhada, com frio, mas muito feliz! Só quem faz uma prova desta e se diverte, sabe a emoção do dever cumprido e quanto superar seus limites faz bem pro ego!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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4 xícaras de farinha de trigo / 2 xícaras de leite / 2 xícaras de açúcar / 1 xícara de nescau / 4 ovos / 2 colheres de fermento em pó / 3 colheres de manteiga.&lt;br /&gt;
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Modo de Fazer&lt;br /&gt;
Misturar a manteiga com o açúcar, colocar as gemas, bater bem. Colocar os ingredientes secos, a farinha, o chocolate e o fermento, alternando com o leite. Por último, as claras em neve.&lt;br /&gt;
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1 xícara de água / 10 colheres de açúcar / 1 pacote de coco ralado / 1/2 lata de leite condensado.&lt;br /&gt;
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Modo de Fazer&lt;br /&gt;
Leve ao fogo a água e o açúcar até o ponto de fio ralo. Deixe esfriar e junte o leite e o coco.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1/2 lata de leite condensado / 2 colheres de manteiga sem sal / 4 colheres de nescau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Misture e bata um pouco até dar consistência.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Hanami - Cerejeiras em Flor. (é alemão, mas passado no Japão)&lt;br /&gt;
2. O Clã das Adagas Voadoras (vale muito a pena assistir numa TV de grande polegada - imagens incríveis, parece uma pintura)&lt;br /&gt;
3. Heróis (com Jet Li)&lt;br /&gt;
4. Ninguém Pode Saber&lt;br /&gt;
5. Nunca sem ele&lt;br /&gt;
6. O Castelo Animado (animação premiada)&lt;br /&gt;
7. Lanternas Vermelhas&lt;br /&gt;
8. O Tigre e o Dragão&lt;br /&gt;
9. Um&amp;nbsp; Longo Caminho&lt;br /&gt;
10. A Viagem de Chihiro&lt;br /&gt;
11. A Partida&lt;br /&gt;
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12. C7 – O Brinquedo Mágico&lt;br /&gt;
13. Madadayo&lt;br /&gt;
14. Mil anos de Orações&lt;br /&gt;
15. Oldboy&lt;br /&gt;
16. Pingue-Pongue da Mongólia&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Maratona do Amor (vale muito a pena!)&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Ladrões de Bicicleta (clássico do cinema)&lt;br /&gt;
2. O Escocês Voador&lt;br /&gt;
3. Competição do Destino&lt;br /&gt;
4. Carrossel de Esperança (Jacques Tati)&lt;br /&gt;
5. O Caminho das Nuvens (drama brasileiro com Wagner Mota)&lt;br /&gt;
6. As Bicicletas de Belleville (animação premiada)&lt;br /&gt;
7. E.T.O Extraterrestre (nao podia faltar)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Aproveitamos para tirar algumas fotos antes da corrida, apesar da chuva nao dar uma trégua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S3AKsh_zlOI/AAAAAAAAC84/0pWLS5c10Jw/s1600-h/DSC03172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S3AKsh_zlOI/AAAAAAAAC84/0pWLS5c10Jw/s320/DSC03172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A corrida é toda plana, é a volta inteira na Lagoa da Pampulha. Gostei bastante. Pena que o tempo nao ajudou e não haviam muitas pessoas na rua incentivando. Mas&amp;nbsp;o calor dos corredores era bem grande. Terminei a volta com mais de duas horas, afinal eram 18 km. Ao pegar a medalha, encontrei a Andréa que já estava me esperando, afinal ela corre muito, e fez em menos de duas horas. O pior for chegar no Hotel toda ensopada, e descobrir que nao havia levado um tênis extra e só tinha minhas havaianas. Fui de chinelos de dedos para o Aeroporto e depois em São Paulo, pegar ônibus e metrô. Que vergonha! Mas valeu muito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Outra coisa que me chamou a atenção foi além do gênero: ficção científica foi a bilheteria mundial e a enxurrada de boas críticas.&lt;br /&gt;
A premissa do roteiro é muito boa. Uma nave alienígena sobrevoa Joanesburgo, África do Sul. Quebra e seus habilitantes, alienígenas que mais se parecem com baratas mutantes, ficam perdidos e sem saber&amp;nbsp;o que fazer. O governo mundial, criam um Órgão, a MNU, parecido com a ONU,&amp;nbsp;e colocam todos os aliens numa espécie de "gueto", que se transforma com o tempo (20 anos) numa imensa favela. A maneira que é editado o filme como se fosse um documentário na primeira metade&amp;nbsp;é algo bem diferente, fazendo parecer algo factível. Vale a pena assistir, mesmo tendo de encarar os aliens, que são nojentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/860002627126838592-1521803274297516875?l=lilianfrazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nome: LILIAN AZEVEDO FRAZAO &lt;br /&gt;
Número de Peito: 225 &lt;br /&gt;
Sexo: F &lt;br /&gt;
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Tempo Final: 03:16:24.601 &lt;br /&gt;
Categoria: F3039 &lt;br /&gt;
Modalidade: AMADOR &lt;br /&gt;
Tempo Montanha 01:23:13.20 &lt;br /&gt;
Classificação Total 74 &lt;br /&gt;
Classificação por Categoria 34 &lt;br /&gt;
Classificação por Sexo 74 &lt;br /&gt;
Velocidade Média Total 14.9&lt;br /&gt;
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Dureza mesmo, mas até consegui chegar na frente de algumas speeds, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;
Foi um boa experiência!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2izhYPmBCI/AAAAAAAACtU/OFxcJIzf_sc/s1600-h/SDC10767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2izhYPmBCI/AAAAAAAACtU/OFxcJIzf_sc/s200/SDC10767.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Não foi fácil ter que parar o Caminho da Fé no meio, mas finalmente o dia de continuar chegou rapidinho. Nossa intenção era continuar na cidade que havíamos parado, Estiva. Mas como lá não há rodoviária, não há ônibus direto para lá. Então a solução foi ir para Cambuí, uma cidade 20 km antes de Estiva. Deixei a bike no guarda-volumes do Tietê, um dia antes de embarcar. E assim pegamos o ônibus na sexta-feira à noite para Cambuí/MG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2ij7Zsqp8I/AAAAAAAACsc/i_e4s0_rdMY/s1600-h/DSC03734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2ij7Zsqp8I/AAAAAAAACsc/i_e4s0_rdMY/s320/DSC03734.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. Dia - De Cambuí à Consolação (já no circuito do Caminho da Fé),&lt;/strong&gt; cidade pequena com menos de dois mil habitantes. Nossa primeira parada para carimbar a Credencial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Inesperadamente, aconteceu o que temíamos,&amp;nbsp;o primeiro pneu furado da viagem e lógico, foi com a minha bike! Mas o "super" Cido deu um jeitinho e consertou rapidinho! Eu só fiquei dando apoio moral e batendo as fotos! Ah, e comendo os docinhos de goiabinha de Minas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No alto da serra, muitos lugares para fotos. O difícil&amp;nbsp;foi conseguir forças para sorrir mesmo depois de tanto esforço nas subidas intermináveis. Neste lugar conseguimos uma mangueira, numa pousada e lavamos os pneus, pelo menos tiramos o barro que entrou nos freios e que dificultava o pedalar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2i7EbqlPsI/AAAAAAAACuE/U-GUQWfvAdw/s1600-h/DSC03867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2i7EbqlPsI/AAAAAAAACuE/U-GUQWfvAdw/s320/DSC03867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Como a subida é incessante, o visual também nao fica pra trás. Muitos lugares bonitos pelo caminho para quem consegue vencer esta etapa. Começam a aparecer as Araucárias, típicas da região de Campos do Jordão. &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: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2i-LwSMecI/AAAAAAAACuc/D-mKDYdjLXk/s1600-h/DSC03873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2i-LwSMecI/AAAAAAAACuc/D-mKDYdjLXk/s320/DSC03873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;No meio do Caminho, quer dizer, da subida, deparamos com a divisa de Estado, saímos de Minas Gerais, e finalmente entramos em São Paulo.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2oA9_oMgHI/AAAAAAAAC2w/g_id_spStkc/s1600-h/DSC03888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2oA9_oMgHI/AAAAAAAAC2w/g_id_spStkc/s320/DSC03888.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2ljNORhmcI/AAAAAAAACvo/jYStpRaWU3o/s1600-h/SDC10831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2ljNORhmcI/AAAAAAAACvo/jYStpRaWU3o/s320/SDC10831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neste dia também encontramos os primeiros peregrinos a pé. Deve ser também um sufoco para os andarilhos subir toda esta serra a pé. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2lkMGiKiCI/AAAAAAAACvw/LLrZuV97KW4/s1600-h/DSC03902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2lkMGiKiCI/AAAAAAAACvw/LLrZuV97KW4/s200/DSC03902.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Continuamos nossa viagem até a Pousada Barão Montês, no Bairro Campista, pertencente a São Bento do Sapucaí. Lá tivemos um ótimo almoço,&amp;nbsp;feito pelo Márcio, dono da Pousada, e&amp;nbsp;aproveitamos também para tomar um chocolate quente, já que&amp;nbsp;o tempo começou a esfriar por estarmos no topo da Serra e com chuva. Olhávamos pela janela do restaurante e estava bem difícil sair do quentinho e voltar para a estrada novamente, ainda mais com chuva e frio, e ainda tínhamos 20 km pela frente até Campos do Jordão. Protegemos tudo da chuva, colocamos as capas e fomos pegar subida novamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2llHA-gkvI/AAAAAAAACv4/F0nyDxQrWrA/s1600-h/DSC03921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2llHA-gkvI/AAAAAAAACv4/F0nyDxQrWrA/s320/DSC03921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chegamos em Campos do Jordão com muita chuva, frio e lama. O Refúgio&amp;nbsp;dos Peregrinos é ótimo e fomos muito bem recebidos, pelo Edson e Marisa. À noite, comemos uma pizza próximo da pousada,&amp;nbsp;tomamos um bom vinho, comemos chocolate, (sim&amp;nbsp;depois de tanta pedalada, a&amp;nbsp;gente&amp;nbsp;merecia isto!)&amp;nbsp;fomos dormir e logo cedo já estávamos de pé para pegar a estrada. Afinal estávamos a 70 km de Aparecida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Agora estávamos indo em região&amp;nbsp;ao Vale do Paraíba, isto quer dizer que a Serra da Mantiqueira estava ficando para trás, e a partir daqui só descida (mais ou menos). Depois de tanta subida no dia anterior, era um alívio para as pernas poder pedalar na marcha maior. Assim saímos de Campos do Jordão com destino a Pindamonhangaba. Mas antes tivemos que enfrentar a serração do lugar. Para atravessar pelo túnel, optamos por andar ao lado de um caminhão para nos proteger da má visibilidade e evitar acidentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" 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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2lmaSOGRdI/AAAAAAAACwI/ku-IJ_JT9Nk/s1600-h/DSC03941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2lmaSOGRdI/AAAAAAAACwI/ku-IJ_JT9Nk/s200/DSC03941.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2lmFFc9oqI/AAAAAAAACwA/1AJTnL8DXMM/s1600-h/DSC03940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2lmFFc9oqI/AAAAAAAACwA/1AJTnL8DXMM/s200/DSC03940.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2mCfJfhWFI/AAAAAAAAC1g/x1ohwV5z3IQ/s1600-h/DSC03933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2mCfJfhWFI/AAAAAAAAC1g/x1ohwV5z3IQ/s320/DSC03933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas posso dizer que foi uma sensação bem aventureira atravessar a neblina! Depois disso, veio a descida que todos esperávamos! Uma liberdade incrível, sem falar que parece uma recompensa por tanto esforço nas subidas&amp;nbsp;intermináveis.&amp;nbsp;Encontramos novamente nossos amigos ciclistas de Bauru, e aproveitamos para tirar uma foto com esta paisagem linda ao fundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No dia 30/12 fui pedalando até a Rodoviária de São João para pegar o ônibus para Águas da Prata. Com uma pitada de stress consegui colocar a bike no ônibus da Viação Rápido d'Oeste. A Viação Cometa se mostrou bem pouco a vontade de levar minha bicicleta. Tudo bem, o funcionário devia ter acordado de mau humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Depois de 11 km cheguei em Águas da Prata e&amp;nbsp;encontrei meus dois amigos que vieram de São Paulo, a Debbie e o Cido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pegamos nossas credenciais de peregrinos&amp;nbsp;na Associação dos Amigos do Caminho da Fé. Esta pousada é especial, porque estão os idealizadores do Caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fomos até o Bosque da cidade para encher nossos squeezes com a famosa "Água Prata".&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="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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0Hc81Gz2uI/AAAAAAAABgQ/0mf8Mf7jSpE/s1600-h/DSC03368.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0Hc81Gz2uI/AAAAAAAABgQ/0mf8Mf7jSpE/s200/DSC03368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HeINr3vmI/AAAAAAAABgY/FOWgTz_J_Ec/s1600-h/DSC03367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HeINr3vmI/AAAAAAAABgY/FOWgTz_J_Ec/s320/DSC03367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Começamos enfim, pegar a&amp;nbsp;estrada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 º DIA - DE ÁGUAS DA PRATA À ANDRADAS: 32 km - Altimetria: de 800mts&amp;nbsp;a 1400 mts.&lt;/strong&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="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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HgMhEcbNI/AAAAAAAABgg/MqwlM4QBkU8/s1600-h/DSC03376.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HgMhEcbNI/AAAAAAAABgg/MqwlM4QBkU8/s200/DSC03376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trecho bem dificil, porque já na saída da cidade começa a subida. Como havia chovido na noite anterior,&amp;nbsp;a estrada era um lamaçal só.&amp;nbsp;Tivemos até uma queda "bonita" da&amp;nbsp;Debbie de bicicleta!&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;Essa vai pro Faustão!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0Hg2rIowQI/AAAAAAAABgo/zQqS3dmqwIs/s1600-h/DSC03377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0Hg2rIowQI/AAAAAAAABgo/zQqS3dmqwIs/s320/DSC03377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0Hjb0FnRaI/AAAAAAAABgw/ALBwIUiftOU/s1600-h/DSC03378.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0Hjb0FnRaI/AAAAAAAABgw/ALBwIUiftOU/s200/DSC03378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Continuamos em frente, a sorte que uma região é bem servida de água corrente hahaha e ela pode se lavar!&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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HmR_RLcaI/AAAAAAAABg4/sooNdS3Z0eo/s1600-h/DSC03404.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HmR_RLcaI/AAAAAAAABg4/sooNdS3Z0eo/s200/DSC03404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nosso foco era vencer a serra do Pico do Gavião, que é interminável! Passamos por diversas porteiras, entrando e saindo de fazendas. Neste dia não encontramos nenhum peregrino a caminho no pé. &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: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HnEd-co7I/AAAAAAAABhA/EKpor13Hnyo/s1600-h/22.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HnEd-co7I/AAAAAAAABhA/EKpor13Hnyo/s200/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas uma coisa é certa, para conseguir fazer este Caminho, tem que se preparar para vencer a Serra da Mantiqueira. O cansaço é inevitável. É muito pesado, com subidas que exigem demais do corpo. Quando você pensa que acabou uma montanha e que não há mais subidas, uma sempre aparece. É um trabalho de paciência e resistência. Um bom e exercício para vencer uma ansiedade, tudo se resume &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;m passo por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;vez!&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HpX-oKY5I/AAAAAAAABhY/2BRJphRJUiU/s1600-h/DSC03409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HpX-oKY5I/AAAAAAAABhY/2BRJphRJUiU/s200/DSC03409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Caminho é bem sinalizado. As setas amarelas indicam o caminho. É só seguir! E a cada 2km há uma placa indicando quanto faltam para cehgar em Aparecida. Digamos que no meio de uma subida é bem desanimador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HoV6yGfqI/AAAAAAAABhI/tzak7j__k3I/s1600-h/DSC03407.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0HoV6yGfqI/AAAAAAAABhI/tzak7j__k3I/s200/DSC03407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muitas porteiras estão cruzando o Caminho, mas todas abertas para nós!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0Hot-Vwd5I/AAAAAAAABhQ/RKueyKQLgho/s1600-h/DSC03406.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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0Hot-Vwd5I/AAAAAAAABhQ/RKueyKQLgho/s200/DSC03406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O segredo é não se abater com as dificuldades. Encarar de frente e levar tudo numa boa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0Huh8OnRuI/AAAAAAAABhw/rY9zi8G5p7g/s1600-h/DSC03424.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0Huh8OnRuI/AAAAAAAABhw/rY9zi8G5p7g/s200/DSC03424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Após 22 km finalmente chegamos a Pousada do Gavião, um lugar que também hospeda o Peregrino. Mas não íamos ficar ali, nossa meta era chegar em Andradas, mais 10 km de pedal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Depois de uma noite de descanso, novamente na estrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0J4VMHC99I/AAAAAAAABiI/MLl4sQHAh4w/s1600-h/DSC03452.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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0J4VMHC99I/AAAAAAAABiI/MLl4sQHAh4w/s200/DSC03452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 º DIA - DE ANDRADAS À OURO FINO: 43 km - Altimetria: de 900mts&amp;nbsp;a 1300 mts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Neste dia, nao tinha jeito, tínhamos que chegar em Ouro Fino de qualquer jeito para o Reveillon. Saímos cedo e fomos em direção a nossa primeira parada, o Bairro da Barra. Mas antes da Barra, tínhamos que vencer a Serra dos Lima, uma ascendente muito violenta logo após o quilômetro 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Com somente um quilômetro de pavimento, este simpático bairro foi nossa parada para almoço. O boteco da cidade também é açougue, padaria e mercado.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0T0Dumrd_I/AAAAAAAAB4E/0uIACKg-WY8/s1600-h/DSC03493.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0T0Dumrd_I/AAAAAAAAB4E/0uIACKg-WY8/s200/DSC03493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0T1cI2ubKI/AAAAAAAAB4M/WuMmmp64yKY/s1600-h/DSC03502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0T1cI2ubKI/AAAAAAAAB4M/WuMmmp64yKY/s200/DSC03502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0T3c2LswyI/AAAAAAAAB4U/XClEVGUQeaw/s1600-h/DSC03513.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0T3c2LswyI/AAAAAAAAB4U/XClEVGUQeaw/s200/DSC03513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saímos da Barra e pra variar pegamos outra subidaaaaa. Agora íamos em direção a Crisólia, outro bairro de Ouro Fino. Mas antes uma surpresa no meio do Caminho. Uma queda d'água maravilhosa! Lavou nossas almas no último dia do ano! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Quando chegamos em Crisólia, paramos para um lanchinho e fotografar mais uma igreja.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0T4sKmWuAI/AAAAAAAAB4c/eULvS27vdkA/s1600-h/DSC03527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0T4sKmWuAI/AAAAAAAAB4c/eULvS27vdkA/s320/DSC03527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0T5CUP1MBI/AAAAAAAAB4k/p0rGOH3V0i4/s1600-h/DSC03529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0T5CUP1MBI/AAAAAAAAB4k/p0rGOH3V0i4/s200/DSC03529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0ZbKnMH4KI/AAAAAAAAB5M/IlL-Wv0se20/s1600-h/DSC03535.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S0ZbKnMH4KI/AAAAAAAAB5M/IlL-Wv0se20/s320/DSC03535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mas como a felicidade dura pouco, de novo pegamos a estrada. Tínhamos que chegar&amp;nbsp;à Pousada em Ouro Fino para nos prepararmos para o Reveillon. Na entrada da cidade paramos para muitas fotos. Na primeira metade do sec XVIII, a região era disputada entre Minas e São Paulo, pela quantidade de ouro de boa qualidade que havia na região. Mas a cidade ficou mesmo conhecida pela canção "Menino da Porteira", popularizada na voz de Sérgio Reis. Com dez metros de altura, uma estátua na entrada da cidade é parada obrigatória para fotos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S1Olm3eiauI/AAAAAAAAB8A/C-eiRTdsNXI/s1600-h/DSC03623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S1Olm3eiauI/AAAAAAAAB8A/C-eiRTdsNXI/s200/DSC03623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;4&amp;nbsp;º DIA - DE&amp;nbsp;BORDA DA MATA A ESTIVA: 40 km - Altimetria: de 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;00 mts a 1200 mts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Neste dia fomos rumo&amp;nbsp;à Estiva, mas tivemos outras paradas no caminho.&amp;nbsp;A parada seria a cidade de Tocos do Mogi. A cidade mais jovem do Sul de Minas. E desta vez, encontramos outros "obstáculos" no caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A cidade de Tocos do Mogi é conhecida pelos pelegrinos pelo famoso pastel de milho, que é anunciado em placas durante todo o percurso.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Assim, depois do nosso "lanchinho" pegamos a estrada novamente. Subidas íngremes novamente, por vezes em&amp;nbsp;superfície arenosa ou com pedras soltas, dificultando o pedalar. Mas as paisagens compensam todo o esforço.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S1Or6zyC4WI/AAAAAAAAB8w/scO9KpX1lZs/s1600-h/DSC03631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S1Or6zyC4WI/AAAAAAAAB8w/scO9KpX1lZs/s320/DSC03631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Assim chegamos em Estiva, nossa última parada nesta etapa. Fomos almoçar/jantar e aproveitamos para conhecer a cidade, pra variar, foto na Igreja principal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S1OskZNm8BI/AAAAAAAAB84/BKUhqUUWt8s/s1600-h/DSC03668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S1OskZNm8BI/AAAAAAAAB84/BKUhqUUWt8s/s200/DSC03668.JPG" /&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/_LfyRn1PD07M/S1Os5epIIgI/AAAAAAAAB9A/h09ykaoFH4w/s1600-h/DSC03669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S1Os5epIIgI/AAAAAAAAB9A/h09ykaoFH4w/s200/DSC03669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No dia seguinte, fomos até a Rodovia Fernão Dias, pegar o ônibus que nos levaria de volta para São Paulo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S1OwgNX_l6I/AAAAAAAAB9I/vRw0S1pVUpE/s1600-h/DSC03677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S1OwgNX_l6I/AAAAAAAAB9I/vRw0S1pVUpE/s200/DSC03677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E assim terminamos esta etapa, que começou em 2009 e foi concluída em 2010. Um viagem maravilhosa, capaz de provocar mudanças e conhecimentos em nossas vidas. Lugares tão próximos e ao mesmo tempo tão distantes. Só precisamos tomar coragem e dar o primeiro passo. Realmente encarar a Serra da Mantiqueira não é fácil, mas é algo possível para quem está disposto a enfrentá-la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2ygu4YMEUI/AAAAAAAAC6g/SYzEh7nexag/s1600-h/DSC02835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfyRn1PD07M/S2ygu4YMEUI/AAAAAAAAC6g/SYzEh7nexag/s200/DSC02835.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assim arrumamos as bikes, eu e o Gustavo,e fomos em direção a Ilha Comprida. Atravessamos a cidade e pegamos a estrada que é paralela à praia. Resolvemos ir pelo alfalto até quando desse para poder ganhar tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Pedalamos bastante, cerca de 60km em areia batida na Ilha Comprida, lugar lindo. Dá até pra ver&amp;nbsp;golfinhos. Próximo da balsa paramos para almoçar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dali são mais 1 km de pedal em terra fofa até chegar na Balsa. E já está escurecendo. Chegamos em Cananéia e fomos procurar uma pousada. Lembrei de uma que fiquei quando fui com o CAB. Ficamos por lá mesmo. Jantamos e logo cedinho já estávamos preparado para pegar o barco para Ilha do Cardoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Então seguimos viagem. Areia batida e praias desertas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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;
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&lt;/div&gt;Assistir a uma série nova na TV é igual ao começo de novela. Quando acaba uma novela, eu sempre penso: “não vou assistir a próxima, chega de ficar colada na TV, tendo que adiar ou postergar compromissos para antes ou depois de cada capítulo. Mas é uma droga viciante! &lt;br /&gt;
Não quero saber dos personagens, quem vai ficar com quem, ou o que vai acontecer com a mocinha. Pra não saber de nada, troco de canal a todo comercial de uma nova novela. Mas não tem jeito. Nós somos seduzidas por este marketing irritante, que nos prende na cadeira da sala, e nos faz querer saber o que vai acontecer no capítulo seguinte. E lá vamos nós outra vez, reagendar toda nossa vida por causa de capítulos de novela.&lt;br /&gt;
Com os seriados é a mesma coisa. Mas pelo menos este tem um facilitador para nosso dia de “25 horas”: as séries de TV em DVD. Podemos programar nossos horários e assistir quando bem entendermos, comprando toda uma temporada, pedindo emprestado àquele amigo também “viciado” ou alugar os episódios separadamente.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas cuidado, isso também vicia. Fiz a besteira de querer assistir a primeira temporada da série 24 horas no pack completo. Eu literalmente fiquei vinte e quatro horas assistindo a toda temporada. Num belo sábado de manhã, sentei em frente à TV, nada pra fazer e pensei: “vou assistir a um episódio, pra ver o porquê desta série fazer tanto sucesso”. Meu Deus! É muito viciante, cada episódio termina num clímax, que só vai ser concluído no próximo, então VOCÊ tem que assistir ao próximo, e aí vai. Não almocei, não jantei, perdi o sábado de sol, e fiquei grudada na TV pra saber como Jack Bauer iria conseguir salvar o País, a mulher, a filha, a própria pele e assim vai. Nossa, que inferno!&lt;br /&gt;
Mas se você conseguir se controlar, (caso não consiga peça para os amigos, marido, filhos, que tem ajudem. Se em duas horas você ainda estiver grudada na TV, mandem jogar um balde de água fria, assim você sai do seu “transe televisivo”), existem boas séries estreando na TV brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;
Lógico que preciso falar de Lost. A Quinta Temporada começou semana passada no Brasil, pelo canal AXN. Mas esta, se você não acompanha, é preciso assistir às temporadas anteriores para “tentar” entender esta nova temporada. Garanto que não vai se arrepender, e olhe que esta temporada começou muito bem, todos os fãs estão gostando. Realmente merece o sucesso que faz. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Outra série que comecei a assistir sem grandes pretensões foi “Damages”. Uma série nova, mas que nos EUA já está na terceira temporada. No Brasil passa no canal AXN, mas já pode ser encontrada em DVD tanto para alugar como para comprar. É verdade que há muitas séries de tribunal na TV atualmente, mas esta série é diferente. É como se fosse um longo filme de tribunal, com investigações policiais, tramóias, advogados manipuladores, e um assassinato como pano de fundo. Glenn Close faz seu primeiro papel em um seriado de TV, como uma habilidosa advogada, determinada a desmascarar um grande empresário (Ted Danson). Ela contrata uma jovem advogada, que irá perceber que nada é o que aparenta ser. &lt;br /&gt;
E para terminar nesta semana, estreou no canal Warner, a série “Fringe”. Do mesmo criador de “Lost”. Os fanáticos fãs de “Arquivo X”, como eu, estavam órfãos desde que a série acabou e agora vão poder voltar a respirar fundo com os mistérios paranormais ao acompanhar as investigações de uma agente especial do FBI com diversos casos esquisitos, personagens misteriosos e o suspense a cada episódio. Ainda é cedo para dizer se vai pegar ou não, mas eu gostei do episódio piloto, aliás, o mais caro produzido até hoje para uma série de TV. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Por mais viciante que seja estas séries de TV elas são uma boa opção para um divertimento rápido, menos de uma hora, e para um bom papo com os amigos. Só cuidado: o seu sofá pode durar menos que uma série: “Friends” durou dez anos, “ER”, está durando 15 anos, “Lost” já está no quinto ano, e assim vai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/860002627126838592-4951378143785017071?l=lilianfrazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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