We had come in search of paradise, but paradise, it appeared, had itself upped-sticks and left.

"There used to be one that we would see quite a lot.” “What happened?” Our guide didn’t say anything, she just looked down into the hole.

There are only a smidgen of reasons I may willingly forego my morning shower. And it turns out that camping in the Pantanal is one of them.

Unfortunately, I have absolutely no idea how to drive a horse. I rammed the ignition key in and twisted it to start. Bad idea.

“Aaiieeee!”, Paulo almost convulsed as he let out a cry of surprise and brought the boat to a coccyx-pounding halt.

Barely had I finished my fantasy when our driver suddenly yelled, “Stop!” We turned, eyes wide, hearts beating. “I must piss first.”

As we bounced through the night, now cool from the suns absence and a brisk wind that wreaked havoc with our hair, I felt alive!