El Pantanal - Paraguay river
Great Marshland (Gran Pantanal), Mato Grosso, Black River. The names that fed juvenile imagination, my hopes. I am here. The next stop is the Black Bay (Bahia Negra). We go at full speed crossing the river. There are quite big waves, there is a hesitation on whether to advance, and then the serenity. Edwin does not miss any opportunity to introduce us in a world until now solely imaginary. Impresses his talent to reveal the presence of the creatures whose habitat we invade. We allow to be captivated by the immensity of the environment. There is scarcely one hour of light till the dusk.
Sitting down in the porch of the Mario's house, sharing mate. A return to places put in a corner in the desires. We seemed to only slide in the opposite direction to the river flow but it was only the river that unfailingly transported fodder. It was as being surrounded by a moat of coppery waters, sparkling under the sun that was saying goodbye separating us fro the immediate. Not even the long hours of the journey in the motorboat requested to pay bills. The almost palpable air in its red tonalities at once left place to the mosquitoes. We had to leave in a rush. And the dinner was awaiting us.
We are overwhelmed by the comfort and the care we receive here. Neither the sweet dreams are missing.