Feather the idea of \u200b\u200bmaking a trip to Ciudad del Este (from the madhouse management of the bus station in Puerto Iguazu, Argentina have a serious problem with that) I get back on the road after touring the power plant of Itaipu, the largest in the world for energy, even after the Chinese will be ready on the Yellow River ( incredible effort and constructive glance on the great dam). Quickly walk up Curitiba the same way as a Roman legion, going to sprint to Paranaguá (Ilha do Mel is in the clouds this time and not worth losing days to find another rain) and I have not even time to see that in Curitiba is 10 degrees less than two months ago when supposedly it was winter, which are already in São Paulo . I accept
Alberto, Bebeto for friends, who as ambassador to the capital paulista Couchsurfing is concerned to maintain your normal activities and I must say that from this point turn off my brain and I let him think. A home meeting with pleasure Kaushal, an Indian boy already known to October, and Andrew German Monchenglatbach. My Christmas program at Ubatuba is then broken by the proposal to go into the Pantanal, made unique and magical in my eyes by the retransmission of an old soap opera of the same name from the dialogue to say the least picturesque. It is therefore
. It starts to beat Sao Paulo to Campo Grande time, where after 11-hour drive of the family welcomes us Bebeto (a magnificent house on the back patio, sauna and swimming pool) to deal with a children's party. The next day
Christmas dinner takes place with a lot of extended family. At some point the evening took a turn normal shortly: after the exchange of gifts with a dedication by each participant are unleashed dances, Christmas lost its aura of sacredness and discretion to become a tropical party further. I think of my mountain with a cold pork and without the spiritual benefit of the midnight mass, which for 30 years I have tried in vain to dodge and do not celebrate this year because the priest was injured.
On 25 it's off to the Pantanal , the adventure begins.
This is a special place, unique in South America. The thing that impresses from the start and that is "nu heat 'and crazy" and that therefore you can just stroll in the early morning and late afternoon.
But even so it is enough: alligators, herons, tarantulas, toucans, eagles, monkeys, armadillos, capivara, peccaries and each class of insects are our daily companions of travel. In addition, we have become one with the Amerindians, sleeping in hammocks, eating food cooked by giving self-produced and well-Queen and sharing their everyday life. Our guide, Levy, is an Indian born in a tribe in 14 days by boat from the nearest town, never got used to the city (Ie a country of 4000 souls) and completely at ease in the jungle. Runs barefoot without making a sound, can see a spider on a tree at night by jeep, distinguishes male from female macaque when they seemed to me coconuts, etc.. Behind him, a military platoon, an army Brancaleone that scares every creature in the jungle city that people would not survive more than a couple of days.
there is to say that it was not the best time to enjoy the place, because the long drought of the last month (while the rest of Brazil was under water) that has taken a glance of the great marsh or swamp tropical makes it famous. The experience was still excellent and even a pretext for rest for a while 'before the splendor of New Year carioca, and an opportunity to be with friends and away from the loneliness that leads to travel alone. How much corn
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