Not My First Rodeo!

Except it is. Traveling towards Rio from the Pantanal, we stopped at a roadside stall for a pineapple juice and got talking to a Brazilian fellow camper. Aided once again by Google Translate (English is really not spoken here at all!) we established he was heading to Latin America’s largest annual rodeo festival at Barretos. After checking the map we realised it was close by and decided to pay a visit.

We parked up, paid our entrance fee and went in at about 5pm, thinking we might just catch the tail end of the day’s activities. Wrong! The day’s events were barely getting started! We wandered around the countless stores selling all things cowboy, the food stalls selling all things meat and the bars selling all things liquid. After a beer we entered the huge stadium at 8pm to watch the brave gauchos being tossed every which way by the angry bulls. Eight seconds is the target and some even made it! Once shed of its load, cowboys (and cowgirls!) with lassoos herded the bull back to the corral. All this accompanied by very loud music, commentary and bright lights. At 10:30pm the rodeo was over and we spilt out of the stadium to the fair and watched the first of three music acts on a concert style stage. The music went on into the wee small hours, but we returned to Big Bertha at midnight and retreated to a quieter roadside campspot for the night.

Now I can say “This ain’t my first rodeo!!”

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