So what's the big deal?

All I did was sit on my bike for nine hours.

I left Sao Paulo just before nine am and rolled into Campo Grande at seven thirty pm. One thousand and one kilometres later at an average speed of one hundred and eleven km/h.

This beat my previous record by 180km.

I suppose it must be a boy thing.

Brazil is huge. I wanted to get to the Pantanal and there is no other route. The road heads east and just keeps on going. If I forgot to stop I'd end up in Bolivia again.

I didn't set out to ride all the way, only as far as I felt comfortable and I'd stop if I got tired. I just never got tired.

I love Brazil .

The scenery is so green, gentle rolling hills, really good roads and millions of trees.

The sunset was ablaze of orange and pinks on both sides of the road as I headed into the night. I thought of but abandoned any attempt at a photo. It just wouldn't convey the breadth of the views and intensity of the colours.

Now I have cracked the 1,000km barrier I'm glad I don't have to do it again. I can't see the point of doing a Nick Sanders (who has the world record for circumnavigating the world on a bike in thirty one days.

What a complete waste of time and petrol.

What has he seen?

It's like lots of the entries in The Guinness Book of Records: Apparently the current record for eating live goldfish is over three hundred.

Congratulations.

What a truly useful social skill. It must be useful at drinks parties.

'What do you do?'

'I eat live goldfish'

'Oh, how, er, interesting'.

At least there's a nice view at the top of Everest.

Well, now I've got my own bit of uselessness.

But hey, it's a long way to Ushuaia.

Maybe I'll do 1,002 km next.