playing with danger. brazil, fire and sand. this american beauty's best days are probably behind her, but she remains the queen of the road, although evandra had to. patch it up a bit, the gearbox is not hers, that's why it rattles so loudly, i took it off the combine, his car is a giant constructor, after each trip in this jumble of spare parts, something will break.

once my steering wheel jammed, by the way, somewhere nearby, i lost control and we fell into a ditch, it's unlikely that such stories cheer up cristiano much, in the back there are tiles for the roof of her new house, the tiles are laid out in a row, i can still add directly.

the northeastern states, some of the poorest in brazil. i do not lose hope that someday they will build a normal road here, as they say, hope dies last, mine is already 20 years old, drought has been added to all the problems listed. the last rain here was 8 years ago.

without rain we are doomed, continuous torment, even getting water is still a lot of work, how much time it takes, but if you want to survive, other there is no choice, the state sends trucks with water to the villages so that... people do not leave the settlement, but you still have to get to them, recently i installed power steering, without it you can't turn here normally, there are other reasons for the drought, farmers make fires, burn everything down completely so that... does not go, amaze

with their steadfastness and patience. it worked! brazilian cities are often far from each other, and the quality of the roads leaves much to be desired. for one kilometer you have to spend two or three times more time. brazil is huge, like a whole continent. the country's authorities are trying their best to maintain the infrastructure, transport services are entrusted to private carriers, like armando. i have been driving this route for 20 years, there is no one left except me,

on the way through jolopán you need to be very focused. losing concentration will not lead to anything good, the road to the city of mateiros is 300 km strewn with countless dangers. the first problem is the bumps on the road, we call them cow ribs. it feels like the car is driving through a whole paddock,

it's real torture. this road causes back problems. i call it the swing road, although iris finds humor in the situation, but she, like other residents, is indignant, it's high time to build a real road here, i don't lose hope that someday they'll build a normal road here, as they say, hope dies last, mine already.

horror, here's the sandy part of the road, there's no rest on the sandy road, the driver needs to skillfully maintain the balance of the car so as not to get stuck in the sand. we can ask those sitting in the back to go to the front. we need to redistribute the weight of the bus. they will happily stand like this for a few hours, no one wants to get stuck here for a few days. the most important thing on the sand is not to stop.

the only way to drive on the sand is to pick up speed, which allows the bus to cross the sand sea. 40 km left. i think our driver is a real hero. she is right, it takes skill and determination to get through this distance. they are driving through zholopan, a region larger than switzerland, but with less than one inhabitant per square kilometer.

several cars are driving in front of the bus, struggling with the sand sea. the jeeps have little trouble, but the sedan seems to. it's not easy, two couples with a child are going to meet relatives. but they underestimated the risks of such a trip. this is the second time we've gotten stuck in this sand, we'll have to dig the car out from the front again. if no one helps you, you're practically doomed to death. it's hard to believe, but the car is on an important axis

that serves two cities and more than 10 thousand residents. the main danger of this savannah is not the jaguars walking along it, but the scorching sun. we are thirsty. what luck, few dare to drive on this road, here you have a zhalapan, they again ... the road, but there is no guarantee that they will finish it.

a few kilometers from here, an iron giant has fallen into the zhelapan trap. chicao is carrying 30 tons of materials for the construction of a football field. chicao had to hire a neighboring a bulldozer and a few hands on the farm.

cut the branch into several pieces, transfer the weight of the truck with sticks, try to tow.

the engine of the old pickup is overheating in this heat. 42° in the shade. the engine from the seventies is working at its last strength, but it is not endless. evandra has to turn off the car every hour.

and he is not alone, here you go, christiana, thank you. i would love to drive cars with air conditioning, but even buses do not go to her village, and there are few cars, i will get soaked to the skin if it goes rain, going to the city to pick up the precious cargo for cristiano is already a miracle,

i waited a whole month for him to fix the car so that it would be possible. and tiles, all this time i covered the house from the rain with a tarpaulin, the village is still 120 km away, at best 8 hours of travel. our house is on the other side of the mountains, we have to go to the city for shopping, sometimes we can't return home for several weeks, because there is no free transport,

my head already hurts from all this, what am i saying, don't worry, i will dig us out, them, as well as the passengers of the zhalopansky the bus is unpleasant that the state does not care about them, the authorities say that they fixed the road,

but it only got worse, it should help. in 5 hours only 80 km have been covered, it is difficult to understand why in a country like brazil only the main highways are paved. we are back in jalapane. armando is driving to mateiros, 320 km behind. but the heat does not subside. the temperature is approaching 47 °, the passengers are like a frying pan.

in such heat it will not take long to die. the problems do not end there, the next thing terrifies them. the bus will not go further with people, we've already been stuck here for 2 days, so we even had to push him out. i hope that this time everything will be fine. today they seem to be lucky, so far,

at speed, everything seems to be fine. i just smell something burning, probably because we were towing on the sandbank, the clutch was worn out, armando has to stop in the nearest village, some passengers have only a few hours to walk home, and others 50 km, fortunately the driver of the pickup truck agreed to help them. a bus was supposed to take us, i don't know how we'll all fit in there alone. god knows how we'll get there, tell me, how do you protect yourself from the coronavirus? no way, we get

tested after trips, get in, we were saved, eight people in the car, three in the back of the pickup. the most dangerous thing on this road is the gravel, which makes the car sway, and also the view, the dust from other cars interferes, all this can lead to an accident, the trip ended better than it began, everyone will get to mateira safe and sound in a couple of hours, poorly maintained roads hinder development economies of entire regions. transporting not only people but also goods takes up a lot of time. it slips, no matter how hard you pull. chicao is in the transport business,

or as he likes to say, the hellish business. every trip is nothing but problems, but this time it’s worse than ever. he’s been trying to pull a truck out of the sand for the second day. the bulldozer hired from the farmers doesn’t have enough power. another driver will collect half of the load, he’s on the way. chicao is responsible for the load, he pays for any additional expenses from his own pocket. the unloading will be made easier by the truck, there were 3 tons of concrete in the back. we will succeed, god help us, the truck that will take the concrete has finally arrived , they did not have long to rejoice,

it was also stuck, we do not know what to do, the problem will not end, the second bulldozer came to the rescue, it will be much easier with two bulldozers, two bulldozers connected to each other create a powerful traction, but it was not enough to pull the truck out. we will unload all the concrete from... the second truck was pulled out of sand, they load 3 tons of materials for a football

field into it, oh, it's hard to work all day long, and it's not clear when we'll finish, but the worst thing is that such a road stretches for 10 km, me leva. thank god, the people here are so caring, very kind, instead of going about their business, they help me. what won't a brazilian do for football. it seems that even with an empty body, the truck remains in the sand.

line up the bulldozers and press the pedal to the metal. they need to stand straight. you don't need to go too fast either, after a tremendous amount of effort, the truck is pulled out of the sand trap at about 3:00 a.m. it worked, the fortitude of japanese men is enviable. i've never seen anyone get stuck here so badly,

now i need to get some sleep. god willing, i'll continue on my way and maybe even have time to spend sunday with my family, he hopes that after such an ordeal , his prayers will be answered. every year , fires rage across brazil, the lack of rain makes the situation worse, the number of fires is astounding, thousands, no, tens of thousands.

team, where are you? we 'll close the gap, put out the flames from here, and from that road over there. in this part of the northeast, the firefighters seem to be losing the battle, they only have enough resources to fight small fires. every year, the same thing. every year, we request new equipment.

there are fewer of us, but we do everything we can. many of the guys have suffered serious burns. the main cause of the fires is cattle breeding. most of the land cleared by the fires is used as pasture. this is facilitated by the president of brazil, jair balsanaro. he does not believe in climate change and encourages the burning of tropical forests to expand farmland. farmers.

overtake the united states and become the leading producer of soybeans. the question is, at what cost? soil pollution and forest destruction lead to climate change. in the northeast of the country there is very little rain, the water cycle is disrupted. over the past 10 years , 300 rivers have dried up in brazil. large farms can afford to dig wells to pump out groundwater, which is not the case for the thousands of independent farmers who...