Which may explain the plethora of vulcanizadoras, or tire repair places.
You get the picture.
Anyway, there are lloonnngggg stretches, hours at times, without even these excellent establishments to help out. For that reason, I presciently brought a good strong air pump and a tire repair kit. So, when the left rear tire started screaming while going around corners and acting weird going down the long drop from mountains to jungle,
the diagnosis was quickly made,
and we piled out and got to work.
In not too much time, we had the hole patched and the tire refilled. Of course, this left time for other important pursuits.
So far, the repair has held up through another couple thousand kilometers on marginal roads.
May your tires never flatten and your spears fly straight.
Dave & Paula