When we looked out of the tent the sight was all but motivating - it was drissling slightly and the fog was so thick we couldn´t see the mountains on the other side of the valley. We packed our stuff together, trying not to get it too wet and started into the direction of Chapada. Having reached a kind of plateau the wind was so strong that it cought our bagpacks like a sail and pushed us forward. So more or less sailing we arrived in Chapada. The information on the first signpost told us that the area between Lavras Novas and Chapada had been much more arboreous in the past and had served as a place to hide for escaped slaves.
In Chapada we found a well with fresh water and filled up our water bottles and refreshed a bit. We had brought water cleaning tablets but being told by locals that the water was perfectly fine to drink we relied on them - and didn´t experience any unusual bowel movement :-)
Before leaving tiny but charming Chapada, a colonial village build around a simple church, we had breakfast and planned the next leg. We would leave Chapada in the direction of Itatiaia and Ouro Branco. In Ouro Branco we would leave the Caminho Novo and take the BR to Congonhas where, hopefully, we would find a camping ground.
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