The day starting out like any other, but there were a few things out of place. We
dressed and showered with the knowledge of our impending departure from our fabulous Pantanal hotel looming over us. That was soon replaced with some ‘other’ emotions when we realized that it was raining outside. This was no light sprinkle either. This was a thunderstorm soaking through towels and shoes left out to dry. All
would have been fine and well if we were just going to hop on the bus and leave, but we had no such luck; our last activity in Pantanal was a nice long track through the bush. We realized what we were in for when we reached the treeline to see that the trail had been flooded under a foot of water. Personally, I thought that was the point where we would turn back, but our guide trudged straight through the water without a second thought. Our journey grew even more pelerious when a certain flying black-and-yellow insect happened upon us. Soon the bees were everywhere,
attracted by our loud voices and music. They got in your hair, under your clothes,
anywhere they could find. It was mere seconds before the group had bolted to
escape. We immidiatley started back for our hotel but not before the bees had gotten their work done. Eventually we got back to be greeted with smiles by our marvelous guide Stanley, who stayed back with a sick exchanger, pointing a camera in our faces to capture the look of defeat by wilderness. We all got back safely, some unscathed, some with stings that lasted for hours, but altogether fine and ready for another bus ride consisting of napping and card games. After that bus ride and a stop at on route restaurant and tourist shop we arrived in Bonito finding
ourselves in a nice hotel in the city with cosy rooms and nice accommodations. We capped off that hectic day with an exchange of pins and signing of flags after an extravagant pizza dinner. Truly an interesting end to the Pantanal portion of our adventure.
By John
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