El Pantanal - Bahia Negra (Paraguay)
With the sun already well installed in his descending route, we go fishing piranas. And until now jacek's curriculum will forever be marked by the first catch and by the second one of that species.
The joke that moves along there just at the evening is that that now is the time when the ground troops withdraw because the aviation appears. And it has not failed. We have to retreat in a hurry under the insistence of the mosquitoes. The show that the twilight offers could not even distract us from the withdrawal.
Before se we had the time.
And, in the morning, obviously, the dawn in Bahia Negra.
So a long, long time awaited ship - a floating market - finally arrives. It is the only way for people of Bahia Negra to stock up. We are already returning. We go by Puerto Busch.
An important reference in the Bolivian mass media although it is not but a barge with one navy corporal and three teenagers. But its shade falls over the future of the area as if it was an obscure premonition. For many people the construction of a highway that will start in Puerto Suarez and end here coming out into the river means the hope of prosperity and jobs. But what it might bring for this area of the triple border can be tanks and conflicts about the world biggest fresh water flow among others. And surely a lot of wealth for very few.
And here we will try to fish something.
We watch a family of otters (river wolves) playing on the river bank. But their voices are for us a farewell song. I freeze the images of crocodiles lying on their warm beds. But a frozen axe is breaking off this world. We do not have a lot of time before the highway cuts it up.
Another one prepared to flee.
This one would rather soak without a moment's worry.
I want to slide again my hand on this water, to feel the river breathing at every stroke of the paddle, look for a sign of a terrible surazo wind among floating plants. I say goodbye to Grand Pantanal. See you soon!