“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Saturday, 11 October 2014

Day 10 - last day with jaguars in Porte Jofre

I was late for breakfast as woke at 3am and could not get back to sleep until 440am. Made it onto the boat in time though.... just! The heat yesterday and the sheer thrill of the Jaguar sighting, made for an emotionally draining day.
The cameras first came out shortly after leaving the jetty where there were a large flock of skimmers feeding and washing in the lovely low and warm early morning light. Gorgeous, but a bit quick for me at that time of day - I had not woken up at all!

Throughout the day we were lucky enough to see two jaguar, but both were in such poor photographic situations, that we spent most of the day trawling up and down other smaller tributaries for hours and hours looking for a better one instead; how spoilt are we! (well actually, it's probably more accurate to say that I was mucking about on the back of the boat with Leanne and Ricardo for most of the day), but thankfully the constant movement and lower temperature made for a much more comfortable day.

Our last night at Porte Jofre, the most luxurious lodge (actually it's a Hotel this one) on the Pantanal and so Leanne and I decided it was time to empty her bottle of vodka, that is until she knocked it off the bench and smashed it on the floor - thankfully though a good volume had already been consumed by then and so the pool beckoned us for a spot of moonlit swimming - now I'm not one to condone water sports being mixed with alcohol - but swimming in that pool, which must have been 25-30 degrees, lit only by the moon after a long and exhausting day on the river was another memory I will never forget - thanks guys. Going to be really hard to leave this place.

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