When you think you are done with the level of “alcoholism” that you can experience during your travels, well forget about it. There is always someone who doesn’t know where he left his liver, or if he ever had it.

Caipirinha is already our personal exchange currency, used for internal “payments”. Keeping the bill will be difficult. Of the debts, but – above all- of the quantities. However, all of this will empower us to fight the animals of the Amazon Jungle with biokill spray and deadly alcoholic breaths.

Raccoons 1- group 0. They win hands down in the struggle for lunch by taking away, under our eyes, a bag full of delicious sandwiches slyly prepared during our breakfast at the Pousada. Perhaps Brazilian karma has already punished us.
We see the animals, but we do behave like them. Embarrassing stadium choruses, and trash dance Italian songs sung out reaaally loud, with no shame at every ascent by bus or group photo or caipirinha toast … then always.

I immolate my hair in the humidity of Iguassu Falls. To be absolutely sure that nothing keeps dry I convince myself to get on a boat and pass under the Falls. The most expensive (and spectacular) shower of my entire life. and now … Ivana Spagna (a famous 80s singer with crazy frizzy hairs) it’s my turn, get out of the way!

After the 5th or 6th plane (I’d already lost track), we are almost ready to embrace an indefinite number of days completely disconnected from the world: camping in the Jungle and sailing the Amazon River for 30 hours. Fortunately, there’s a therapist in the group. From the hammock to the couch the pace will be very short.

Will “Jaguar” be the new “Manatee” that was already the new “luminous bioplankton”? I’ll leave you with this fundamental question that will keep you glued on these screens until the next episode, Pantanal.