Caravan Canopy Tents
As the biggest star of the Pantanal, the jaguar is the major goal of tourists visiting the region in search of at least one photo of the cat. The arrival at Porto Jofre was marked by the sweet smell of fruits like genipap, mature, taking much ground from the road. To sleep, tents suspended by large tableaux, which served as support for beds, tables, chairs and even a fan, were mounted under the canopy of large trees. There would have to support our enterprise in the local rivers. It's hard to imagine a silent night in the woods, especially during the cicadas. After sunset, the sound produced by a chorus of insects made any big city seem alarm music. But as the stars presented themselves in the sky, the silence of the cicadas was paying tribute to the great spectacle of the skies of the Pantanal. And who would say, and a quiet night's sleep!. The next day, got up early and went out by boat in search of ounces by the tributaries of the Paraguay River. Even at dawn, I saw the first rays of sun bathe in the river, breaking the silence of dawn with the sound of the birds were taking their first flight after a night of rest. Our first ounce was seen around 7:30 pm, but among dense shrubs, continued visible just enough to make us want to find others on the road. We walked up and down the river a few times and every curve, every sandy beach clear that we crossed, the greater the expectation of finding another ounce fresh or even hunting. By late afternoon, with fishermen who had crossed one of the great spotted a few miles from where we were. With the sun already down, removed the tarp to protect us and the boat picked up speed. The Sairus already jumped in search of insects that covered the water surface and some bats have come out of their holes to share the feast. Observe the dynamics of life in the Pantanal did the time go faster. Within minutes we were face to face with another ounce. This time, she reveled in a rut slapping a frog. Maybe an appetizer, but nothing that would satisfy the appetite of a predator about 140kg. Already without the sunshine, we continue for a few moments watching the animal with the aid of flashlights. Sometimes we lost sight of, but we could hear their boats frustrated about alligators hiding under the water-walk from the shore. On some trials, the roar of the boat was followed by the silence of another victim. The next morning, the boat equipped with a radio receive more news about one ounce resting on one of the banks of the river Piquiri. Were a few minutes until we found the place. On the way, otters and otters our curiosity took refuge among fallen trees in the river and also in burrows in the embankment above the dry season. The pups, still naive, reciprocated curiosity and exhibited under the watchful eyes of their mothers. . . .