Friday, 6 May 2011

forty one hours later...

I am sipping a capirinha, feeding the mosquitos in the depths of the Pantanal.

my luggage looked laughable, hilarious in fact, sitting elegantly on the dirt track leading into the Pantanal.  in all its black and clean samsonite beauty, the backpacked leaving, looked on at it in bemusement as their jeep drove past.

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