San Juan River, Nicaragua

       The San Juan river of Nicaragua is just over 200 kms long, flowing from Lake Nicaragua eastwards to the Caribbean Sea. It is the border between Nicaragua and Costa Rica for about half of it's length. January 2014 saw us talking about revisiting a trip on this river that we did in 2007. When Diana's brother, Don suggested we meet him and his partner Viki for a few days in Costa Rica, more serious planning began.
        The Frio river flows north out of Costa Rica into Lake Nicaragua. This river drains a large wetland area known as Cano Negro National Wildlife Refuge. This is a great starting point for a trip into Nicaragua as it is only about 150 kms. from the international airport in Costa Rica, albiet on very windy and hilly roads. As well, there is an infrastructure in place for border formalities in Los Chiles, Costa Rica right on the Rio Frio and San Carlos, Nicaragua right on the lakefront of Lake Nicaragua. Quite surprising considering how remote both communities are! Especially surprising is the fact that there are no roads that connect these 2 countries on the east side of Lake Nicaragua at all! All congress between the nations is solely along the Rio Frio.
 




             Diana and I flew into Costa Rica a few days before Don and Viki to get our food supplies. As always, one of Di's favourite activities is buying from the street vendors.


       We met up with Di's brother at a car rental agency. From there we headed off for a 4 day tour of northern Costa Rica going in the general direction of Cano Negro and the Rio Frio. One of our stops was in the laid back tourist town of La Fortuna. This enterprising town has created an eo-friendly vibe around the surrounding lush forests, waterfalls, hot springs (they are truly fantstic) as well as the dominant feature, Arenal Volcano. This "live" volcano is one of 10 strung across the north of the country.

  

     As well as driving us to our put-in at Cano Negro, Don and Viki hosted a couple of very enjoyable dinners in La Fortuna. These open air venues were quite as charming as our hosts.





       

  During pre-dinner drinks a street vendor ambled by blowing a tune on a flute supposedly drilled from rock which came from the volcano. Diana couldn't resist. For $4 it even came with an introductory lesson!





              The Hotel de Campo in Cano Negro was a very pleasant surprise. The Swiss proprietor has planted his large property on the lagoon with a variety of fruit trees that are attracting regular visits from many beautiful birds. He sets up feeding platforms with cut oranges pinned to them for the birds right in front of the attractive duplex-style bungalows. Here's a photo of 2 male and 1 female red-legged honeycreeper.

               A clay -coloured robin with a blue-gray tanager as well as a scarlet-rumped tanager.

Of course all this is set around a gorgeous swimming pool amidst the otherworldly roar of the howler monkeys. Paradise on earth!

  
           Don and Viki  headed off to the Pacific resorts  and we spent a leisurely day packing and making up the canoe. During the day I went walking around Laguna Cano Negro and  discovered that the Rio Frio was actually not accessible from our lodging due to low water levels in the lagoon. Fortunately the hotel owner kindly offered to drive the canoe and our gear the final kilometer to the river when we checked out next morning. It turns out he rents canoes to other river enthusiasts and often has to do the same thing. I rode in the quad with the gear while Diana rode with a couple from Holland with a rental car who were going out on a tour of the river. This side channel was a very easy put-in. Sitting in the background are the different boats that are used to take tourists out into the waterways to view the wildlife. As you can see we had great weather for our start.

                                    These two happy camper are once again glad to be on a river.

     This photo shows the leisurely pace of the Rio Frio. Fallen trees and deadheads appeared often but were very easy to avoid.
                

             Egrets, herons and storks were abundant. Crocodiles and lizards were as well. This green spiny lizard  was nervous but sat long enough to get this photo.

                   Our first camp was quite ideal. I suggested that we don't put the fly over the tent for the night the weather was so nice. Diana didn't agree as she thought the clouds on the horizon looked threatening. As if!!  Unsurprisingly we had a strong downpour in the night and the universe kept revolving as it should.

             As we neared Los Chiles we began to see more of the larger tourist boats cruising along. They were very respectful of our smaller canoe and slowed to a crawl.  These boats held anywhere from 1 to 2 dozen eco-tourists and looked like they having good success finding the exotic birds, monkeys and other wildlife available. We later learned that most of these tours originated out of La Fortuna. Buses were being used to transport the tourists up to Los Chiles for their river trips.
            This is a photo of the dock at Los Chiles. The people you see sitting under the roof are Nicaraguans (Nicas) waiting for the ferry boat to bring them home. Nearly all of them are bringing home enormous bags and packages filled with various goods that are just plain unavailable in their region.

                     This next photo shows the area in front of the main hotel/bar in Los Chiles. The buses are waiting for the tourists to take them back to La Fortuna as the standard of rooms here is quite low. The buses are brand new European made Scandia buses that are extremely comfortable. The photo is taken leaving the immigration building (cinder block) and down at the end of the road is the dock. Of course there is your standard church, park and a few stores but you don't come here for the town!

                 The exit stamp was done in a few minutes so we were back on the river in an hour.
                 Camp 2 was a high bank just shy of the Nicaraguan border. A Nica family on horseback rode by before night fall. Diana gave the small girl who was riding with her mother a homemade cookie and we all bade each other a "buenas noches".
                 Early next morning we paddled up to the immigration wharf in San Carlos, Nicaragua. After being directed to the appropriate immigration wicket we thought that we would be again back on the river right away. However the official there was not happy with us for having an exit stamp that said we left Costa Rica yesterday. We were made to wait an hour while he processed a whole boatload of  travelers and then pay the $2 fine. Just before pushing off 2 armed military soldiers appeared at the dock to tell us that we needed a boat permit called a zarpe and that the port captain, who issued it was somewhere down that way. What else can you do but say "si" and go looking?
                San Carlos itself is very poor and run-down. It's sole purpose seems to be a place to process Nicas into Costa Rica and back bringing goods to sell. The schoolgirl in the foreground is one of the lucky ones as less than half of the school age children in the region attend any school at all.

                             The rio San Juan has a prominent place in the history of both the new world and the old. The city of Granada, on lake Nicaragua, was founded in the early 16th century as a staging point for the removal of the Inca gold and silver treasures. When a sufficient amount  was collected, ships would transport them down the rio San Juan, to Havana and then to Spain. When Havana became able to defend itself with a fortress, the bolder pirates of the day traveled up the San Juan and attacked Granada. Captains Henry Morgan and William Dampier were 2 such pirates.
                            The rio San Juan is wide where lake Nicaragua drains into it and tends to get a strong wind out of the east in the afternoon. With our delays in San Carlos we were now meeting that wind.

                  Our zarpe was valid for the remainder of the day only but it took us 2 days to get to the destination written on it. The fee of $1.20 just made the process of aquiring it that much more exasperating.

We found a good camp on an island in the San Juan and paddled up to a fishing lodge in the village of Sabalos the next day. We were able to rent a bamboo treehouse for a couple of nights there. It was the same treehouse we rented 7 years earlier. That's the canoe and our gear under the treehouse. We paddled right up to it!



The hammock on the balcony was especially relaxing. One of the staff at the lodge showed us some photos of a tarpon he caught 3 years ago. The photo showed the fish hanging from a tree, the tail brushing the ground. The fisherman, standing beside the fish could not reach his hand to the tip of the head with his arm fully extended upwards. He said it weighed 150 kgs.



        After a rest of a couple of days we set off with a new zarpe for the village of El Castillo. Here is where the San Juan river history comes to life. These are the remains of a fortress which was built in 1675 in direct response to the pirate attacks on Granada.

             Despite this fortress, attacks on Granada continued. William Dampier pillaged and burned Granada in 1685 rowing small boats 200 kms. up the San Juan and a further 200 kms. across lake Nicaragua all under the cover of darkness.
             One of the most documented acts of courage of the day occurred here on the morning of July 26 1762. On that morning over 2000 men of a combined British and Miskito Indian force attacked the fortress. At the time Great Britain was at war with Spain. The British goal was to control the San Juan river, Granada and the relatively easy access to the Pacific and thereby dividing the Spanish colonies in the New World. The fortress was defended by about 100 men who's commander had died only 11 days earlier. The second in command was preparing to surrender the fortress when Rafaela Herrera, the 19 year old daughter of the original commander stopped him and made an inspiring speech to the garrison questioning their honour to their country and families. As the story goes she fired the first rounds of defense from the cannon killing the British commander. After a bloody night of attack and heavy losses the British forces retreated to a seige tactic which they abandoned 6 days later.
           Another illustration of the importance of this river to global control occurred in 1780. Again a British expedition led by one Captain Horatio Nelson attacked the fort. This time the British  force of 200 men defeated the 230 men in the fort, Captain Nelson leading a night foray up the hill behind the fort. The hill upon which the fortress sits is still called "Lomas de Nelson".
              These rapids sit right below the Fortress of the Immaculate Conception as it was called.

               This shade tree sits just beyond the waterfront on the right. Anyone waiting for the next ferry boat collects here. This is El Castillo central. This is where we found the "port captain" to get our 3rd zarpe. He filled this one out to our final destination point on the Caribbean. However once again it was valid for only the reminder of the day and we expected to take 3-4 more days!

 

    The town of El Castillo has no road access so it is not only car free but also motorbike free. It's rare to find an environment free of motorized vehicles anywhere. Inconvenient perhaps but refreshing too. The wagon beside the tree acts as the local delivery truck. This small hotel provides rooms for the occasional independent travelers that stop here.  
         There is another set of rapids a couple of hours downriver called Machuca. Slightly less turbulent than those at El Castillo but still requiring care. After a day including the 2 sets of rapids and 2 military check points we made a fine camp on a sand spit. We slept well knowing the tough section of the river was behind us now.                                                                                                                                                                                          
                                                           
                                                                             

    The next day we were looking for a favourite island where we camped on our earlier trip here. When we rounded  a bend in the river we both recognized it at the same time and of course stopped and camped there again. It was just as idyllic as we remembered though perhaps the monkeys and birds were even  more plentiful. This gray-headed tanager as well as yellow-tailed orioles and scarlet-rumped tanagers entertained us during their evening activity. A pair of red and green macaws flew overhead making their usual racket. The eerie call of the oropendolas was also present. Everyday since leaving Cano Negro we would hear the roar of the howler monkeys in the distance; here they were closer and the island seemed to be surrounded by several  troops. The wooded island gave us seclusion from the river so we felt like we had 'Eden' to ourselves.

      

            Here's one of the slower ferry boats which run up and down the river between San Carlos and San Juan de Nicaragua on the Caribbean coast. It carries mostly locals going to get supplies but curious independent travelers also. This boat takes about 9 hours to make the trip while a faster one takes 6.

 Our next night was in a cabin at the mouth of the Sarapiqui river in this lovely garden setting. We cannot recommend the beds but we had a decent steak dinner in the restaurant.







    The port captain at the Sarapiqui issued us our 4th zarpe, again valid only for the day. We still had 60 kms. to go to our destination!




      Overall the skies were blue and the sun not nearly as intense as it was in Brazil. We had a short rain squall at some time most days. Our rain ponchos were always close to hand so we weren't soaked through. The sun usually came through right afterwards and we would be dry in minutes.

      This welcoming homestead was not typical. The cared for thatch roof, fencing, tended lawn and gardens as well as the dock show unusual wealth. This part of the river divides Costa Rica and Nicaragua. We are looking at the Costa Rican side here. Roads and power lines were more common compared to 7 years ago.

         
      The Nicaragua riverfront is changing also but only through the efforts of overseas charities. Basic housing and school rooms are being built in some communities but conditions are very rudimentary and roads non-existent.

     
  The river split, with the larger Rio Colorado heading south into Costa Rica. We continued on the quieter San Juan. The river returned to a more serene nature similar to the Rio Frio. It was a pleasant paddle  of about 50 kms. to our final camp. Many  villages and homesteads lined the shores with women frequently occupied with doing laundry by the riverside. All of the dwellings we passed seemed to have lots of children. Unfortunately due to the large crocodiles we saw no one in the water... ever!
      We made a very welcomed camp with the sound of the Caribbean surf lulling us to sleep. The last morning dawned clear for our finishing 10 kms. The river widened into large shallow lagoons that did not have markers. We found our way by watching the passage of a couple of motorboats headed upriver.








        Diana took some photos of the waterfront of San Juan de Nicaragua and it turned out this is the place we stayed for $20 a night. The unpainted wooden door to the right was our room. It was actually well-run, clean and comfortable ...... much better than this view would imply.

             San Juan de Nicaragua is extremely remote. There is no road connection to the rest of the country at all. We found a very strong bicycle culture as the pathways are concrete and flat. This is what the main street looks like in a town with no cars.

         The Spanish called this place San Juan del Norte and built a garrison here in 1541. The English and Spanish fought over this access route to the Pacific for 300 years. In 1849 the town, controlled by the British at the time began a rapid growth. It became the eastern terminus of an American transportation company owned by Cornelius Vanderbilt. It's operation carried thousands of travelers each month from the docks of New York and New Orleans to San Fransisco and on to the gold rush in the Yukon Territory of Canada.  Steamships were employed then smaller boats were used to go up the San Juan river and across Lake Nicaragua. Mule trains and stagecoaches took over across the isthmus and back to steamships in the Pacific. Around this time the town was renamed Greytown after the Governor of Jamaica Charles Edward Grey.
         In 1857 Vanderbilt ceased operation in exchange for a stipend from two rival steamship companies that were operating similar routes across Panama! Greytown wallowed and remained a backwater port until it was burned to the ground during the Sandanista/Contra struggles in 1984. San Juan de Nicaragua was built 6 kms. away from that site.
         Currently a Chinese entrepreneur has been given permission to build a canal across Nicaragua. His team are finalizing the route and raising capital. At present the San Juan river will not be part of those plans. Perhaps Nicaragua may get it's chance to play a larger part in global economic development again!

                 Diana is picking up some bread for our lunches on the boat ride back up the river tomorrow. As chance would have it, the fast ferry which only runs twice a week is leaving at 5:00 in the morning.

          That's a bit of what the San Juan river of Nicaragua looked like to us in 2014. We hope you enjoyed the photos and commentary! Hasta luego.....
                                                                      

Canoeing the Pantanal of Brazil

September-October 2013

        As always, our adventures for 2013 began with many hours of research on potential river destinations. This year, that was in Peru and Argentina. However amongst what we learned of those countries, we came across an area known as the Pantanal. This is an immense floodplain within the borders of Paraguay, Bolivia and Brazil. Estimates put the size of this wetland area at roughly twice the size of Ireland. This vast alluvial plain floods during the southern summer rains from December to May and then slowly drains over the winter months. Pantanal is a Portugese word for swamp. As such, and considering it's size, it has been wisely decided that building a road through this area would be too expensive. Pavement still has not penetrated the Pantanal. Therefore it has, arguably, the densest concentration and largest variety of birds, reptiles and other animal life than anywhere on our planet! It also has a variety of flat water rivers lined with gallery forest which drain these lowlands. As well, these rivers all have an urban center on them of differing sizes with handy transportation connections. This region was hitting all the right notes so we came up with a plan for a 4-5 week paddle through this wildlife mecca.

        Plane tickets to Rondonopolis, Brazil via Sao Paulo brought us to our put-in on the Rio Vermelho. So far so good. Now we needed to get  those items we couldn't transport, namely perishable foods, fuel and a stove. Finding a supermarket wasn't hard and despite not having our accustomed choices we thought we could manage with what was there. Finding a camp stove appeared to be a tougher task. The main streets were  lined with clothing stores, pharmacies and home appliance outlets with blaring stereos. A larger modern-looking building selling farm goods looked promising so we approached a salesman there to inquire in our best Portugese version of charades. The store manager overheard our sign language and we were asked to "follow me please". At his desk he introduced himself and Hoffmam became our volunteer guide. He made some phone calls around town for a campstove for us and we headed out in his 1982 VW beetle for our purchase. The following evening we were pleased to have such a generous young man and his lovely wive, Raffaela, for dinner at our hotel.

       

         Our first view of the Rio Vermelho couldn't  have been better. Here we found an easy entry point and a very placid  pace to the river.

        A taxi brought us and our gear right to the top of the stairs just above me and despite the biting midges in the grass, I'm thinking this trip is starting out ideally. We were paddling by around 10:00 on the morning of  Sat. Aug.31. The no-seeums or midges or whatever followed us and we nodded and waved to the occasional fisherman as Rondonopolis drifted away behind us. We passed a couple of monkey troops and many colourful birds and it was apparent right away that we were close to nature. The chickadee-sized yellow-billed cardinals were especially abundant. About an hour after our start we passed the outlet for the city sewage treatment plant. The smell followed us for a few kilometers. The clouds of biting insects continued for the remainder of the day. At this point it became obvious to us why the locals were all dressing in long pants and shirts! We pulled out our long-sleeved shirts, Diana changed into her long pants and I regretted my decision to not bring a pair of long pants. The afternoon was torturous as the insects were relentless and I admitted that if this continued, we would not. As we put into shore for our first camp, Diana suggested to cut the legs off my old pair of calf-lengthed  shorts and sewing them onto the bottom of  my other paddling shorts. She did so right away and this brilliant idea solved the long pants issue. The following photo is of our first camp.

        The skies were cloudy in the morning. We were up with the sun and paddling by 07:30. The insects didn't appear at all. It seemed that the sewage plant was responsible for yesterdays biting insect hordes. As yesterday, we saw many fishermen along the river shore. They were all friendly and we went by no one without a "good morning" and signs of encouragement, usually a thumbs up.
        While we were in Rondonopolis we bought a couple of large sun hats from Hoffmam. These hats were recognized by a fellow fishing on the riverside and he called out, pointing to our hats and saying that Hoffmam was his amigo. At least we got the words Hoffmam and amigo. We repied that Hoffmam was our amigo too, smiled and waved and marveled at this coincidence.
        Everytime it was possible to reach the river by some dirt track we found rough fish camps with floating docks. Sometimes these were decked out with umbrellas and deck chairs. It seems that fishing is a family pastime as we saw generations of families together enjoying the river. Mostly these seemed to be middleclass families as it required a car to get to the river.

        Monkey troops, toucans and parrots along with lots of songbirds entertained us as we paddled. Around one curve we past by this jabiru. These stork-like birds stand over a meter and a half tall. Their feet are larger than mine!

                           

         

         The sun had come out and we called it a day at 14:00 at a large high sandbank. The toughest part of the day was definitely between 13 and 15 o'clock. There were moments when we thought exposed skin was actually cooking. That evening we became aware of the incredible display of stars. This huge area is virtually devoid of any night lighting at all so the night sky is darker than we've ever experienced.

        About midday on day 3 the Rio Vemelho emptied into the Rio Sao Lorenzo. We were glad to see this river as it was flowing clearer and stronger than the Rio Vermelho. We stopped here for a swim in the cleaner water. It continued to heat up in the afternoon and we camped again at 14:00 with around 60 kms. paddled so far. With dinner done we crawled into our tent as the sun set and listened to the night sounds and the odd motor boat returning to their camp after a day of fishing.
       The large, clean, high sandbanks continued. Stopping for a swim or lunch break or a camp set up was no problem at all. This next camp was just too nice to pass so we stopped early and passed the remainder of the day relaxing out of the sun.  During the afternoon a Brazilian tapir walked out of the brush behind our camp and walked to the river. After having it's cooling dip it ambled off into the bush once more. Wow!    

                                  

        We certainly felt like we were well off the beaten path! The better quality dirt roads were now being left behind and the number of boats was dropping. Throughout the day we were seeing beautiful tropical birds. Horned screamers, piping guans, parakeets, currasows, and aracaris among others. The word paradise came to mind.

        A rhythm to the day was evolving and we felt more relaxed each day.
                               

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Constant companions on the sandbanks were the black skimmers. As it was spring, the birds were raising their hatchlings and the skimmers were understandably protective of them. It was difficult to imagine how a young chick could mature to adulthood considering the pathetic depression in the sand that was their nest. Somehow it must be working as evidenced by the numbers of adult skimmers. We always tried to set up our camps as far away from their colonies as possible.
 

                    The jabiru were also nesting and we passed by this one on her nest. For some reason unknown to us she is being watched by a couple of buff-necked ibises.

                         

                                 Our reading had prepared us for lots of speckled caiman. Actually we read that estimates put the number of them at something like 11 million within the pantanal. We were now seeing them in larger congregations.
                         

      Most of the caiman were very shy. A large one at our next camp did not want to share his preferred sandbank. We heard him splashing in the water in front of our camp all night long while he fished. It had to be about 2 meters long.

                                   Catching our first look at a family of capybara was a real thrill.
                       

                                                                                                                                                                                                              
 This species must be good eating because they are very cautious. Their eyesight seemed to be quite poor. As we floated by they would freeze and try to figure out where our sound was coming from. The moment they identified our direction they bolted for the water or bush, whichever was closest. They are very good swimmers and can disappear under the water for long periods. Quite surprising for a hoofed creature.  The way they dive head first from taller river banks is comical. They throw themselves very powerfully head first very much like a dive or head first cannonball. They don't hit the water with their legs first as a dog would. It would be very unfortunate to startle a capybara on a bank above you as they can be a meter in height and weigh up to 75kgs. None the less, they are very cute and we loved seeing this new species in the wild.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
               Anywhere from 100 meters to 2 kms. from the river banks the forest was cleared for cattle ranching wherever there was higher ground. These were vast acreages many square kilometers in size. Something like 8 million head of cattle are raised in the region.
            The pananal is also home to the largest concentration of jaguars in the world. Besides habitat loss the jaguars are also at risk of being shot by ranchers protecting their livestock. One morning we paddled by this dead jaguar in the river.

                      The workers on the ranches dwelt in small villages on the river and we began to see and meet a few of them as they sat on the banks fishing.
                

              As with everyone we had met so far in Brazil, they were very friendly and always tried to invite us to stop and have a meal with them. We made our excuses as best we could and continued on our way.
                                  

                                     

                               The Pantanal has the last wild population of hyacinth macaws. They are the largest of all parrots, growing up to a meter in length. These 2 were in a company of about a dozen.
                               

                                  Slowly the Rio Sao Lorenzo was making it's way to the lowlands. It was becoming more apparent to us why this region is called a swamp. The trees were thinning, the grasses were thick right to the riverbanks and the river was breaking up into smaller waterways. We were also losing our sandbanks. This next camp was a long time appearing but we made it work. Just at the bow of the boat you can see at bit of grassy debris. A large male capybara woke us at dawn feeding there.
                                      

             I had printed a set of copied satellite images of the Pantanal to use as maps. These images were taken in the same months as our journey, albeit in previous years. They were so accurate that I felt confident of finding my way through the smaller channels in these lowlands. We were rewarded immediately by an excellent viewing of a pair of giant river otters fishing in the shallows, out of the water! These are huge creatures measuring a couple of meters. We watched them running into the shallows and catching small fish with their hands and eating them until they grew worried about our presence. This was such an amazing sight to us we didn't think to get a photo. It turns out that giant river otters are the most endangered species in the tropical Americas!
     We continued through the backwaters of the Pantanal. Among other raptors we sighted this king vulture.                                                                                                                             

     
             As we approached the joining of the Rio Sao Lorenzo to the Rio Paraguay we found the forested riverbanks once more. This photo is of a fishing resort that was under construction.
                                  

              Tourism is the number 2 industry along the Rio Paraguay especially around Porto Joffre, where there is a small dirt airstrip and a rough road as well. Fishing and wildlife viewing are the big attractions here. Tour boats filled with photographers and bird watchers began to appear as we neared the Rio Paraguay. We chose not to make camp until we hit the larger river and unfortunately when we did camping spots were few. We finally selected a small sandy beach and sat down to watch a continuing parade of both wildlife viewers and fishing tourists go up and then down the river.
A small boat with 2 local fishermen stopped to chat with us. While we were being told of the jaguar that one of the fellows saw at some point earlier on this exact spot, a 2 meter long snake slid out from the tall grass right behind Diana. She was seated on the sand and this big snake wanted to get to the water. We were mostly curious, but the way the 2 guys jumped and shouted ( they were in their boat ) made the snake turn from the edge of the water and disappear into the grass the way it came. We weren't able to learn anything about the snake and we didn't see it again but stepping into the tall grasses to heed the call of nature adopted a more focused approach immediately!
                            

                          This  is our camp at the Pousada Porto Joffre. We got a bit of fresh food here and enjoyed a luxurious shower with clean water. Unfortunately we had to listen to a very loud generator all night. This camp marked the halfway point in our journey. We now had only 450 kms. to go to reach  Corumba.

                           A clear day greeted us on day 15 and with relief we left the sound of the generator behind.
 Live-aboard fishing boats referred to as barco hotels lined the shore here.
                                          

                We saw several tour boats over the remainder of our trip. Dourado, peacock bass and pacu are especially sought after species.

                 The Paraguay river is more than twice as wide as the Sao Lorenzo and the shoreline was often covered in an invasive waterlily. The sandbanks were also covered in swamp grasses and willow bushes. Just beyond the gallery forest lining the shores were tens of kilometers of swamps, lagoons, lakes and wetlands. This made finding a suitable campsite somewhat more difficult. Finally we found a spit of land where a small channel split from the main river. This smaller channel reminded us of the Sao Lorenzo and we decided to follow it as our maps indicated it would rejoin the Paraguay river.  Capybara families continued to delight us as we made our way along the channel. About an hour later a giant river otter swam up out of the lilies beside us, carrying a 2 meter long snake. It then laid down on the bank and ate the entire thing right in front of us. A second otter followed it with another huge snake which it also devoured.

                        This pair of giant river otters then walked into the woods towards the next lagoon and left us
congratulating ourselves at our good fortune. There were many of these otters in the river but it was only when they came out of the water that you could get a true sense of their size.
                       After this last snake viewing Diana devised a new method of washing her hair!

 
                        The weather continued clear and hot. The hats were a very welcome shelter but even more so when they had been soaked over the side of the boat for a few minutes. When that wasn't enough there was always the old stand by of just jumping in.

              Before we left we imagined a very isolated  experience paddling through this pantanal  region. So far we had not had a single day when we did not see someone. Now we were finding a bit of commercial fishing being done. Quite unlike the tourist quality barco hotels, these boats were very rough clapboard affairs. Anywhere from 4-8 fishermen lived onboard and fished everyday from small dugouts or motorized craft. We think they were filling freezers, powered by generators and then eventually taking their catch to the markets in Corumba. One day when we felt that we were completely on our own, we were surprised to see 2 fellows in a side channel fishing. Their freezer boat was around the next bend!

                        The Paraguay river was now straightening out for longer stretches and we were finding winds coming up from the south which was our direction of travel. It finally grew strong enough to stop us for a couple of days and we had our first day without paddling for 17 days. The strong winds were surprisingly cold and we were actually drinking hot chocolate drinks while we wore our fleece jackets. We were lucky enough to find a protected forest camp to wait out the wind.
        

                                 
                           Large cattle ranches again began to appear. The workers' villages huddled around higher ground on the riverbanks. Their houses are extremely basic but just about everyone had a satellite dish. The rancher also had a cell tower so even here in the middle of the pantanal everyone is connected!

                Some of the villages had up to 2 dozen homes. These mostly seemed to be seasonal villages as they did not sit very high off the level of the river. The larger settlements had families living in them and we were surprised to pass by a very nice school that picked up the kids from up and down the river each day with their school boats. Those are the yellow school boats in the next photo.
 

         The river is the main transportation road of this vast region. If you don't have access to a boat or a horse you are going nowhere. This barge was slowly making it's way up river to some ranch.

               The occasional interruption in our solitude was really not affecting the enjoyment of our river experience. Everything we encountered was so new and unusual to us that we were just watching and trying to appreciate the different ways of living that we saw!
                A couple of days later we were hit with another windy day. Once again we waited a day for calmer water.  The following morning, after 24 days on the waterways of the pantanal, we left camp for our final 35 kms. into Corumba!

               Just 1 hour out of camp, I was able to speak those words that I had been rehearsing in my head all trip, "jaguar on the right bank". I turned the canoe around into some calmer water and we had about 5 minutes of watching this large wildcat watching us. Diana quickly pulled out her camera and got this shot.
                   

                        We were amazed at our luck to have this sighting on our final day! What a beautiful creature. A couple of days later we were told that our "jaguar" was actually an ocelot. Thanks Mariah!
                       With a new found lightness to our strokes we turned the boat downriver and headed south.

                       At the end of every expedition, there are a number of items we no longer need. As we had just left our last camp, we decided to give everything to the first person that looked like they could use it.
A small homestead appeared later that morning and we gave Nilo our stove, remaining fuel, matches, Diana's rubber boots and some food.

                   Nilo seemed to tell us that he could paddle to Corumba in 3 hours. As it was still 30 kms. to go, we thought that wasn't possible for us but it was only 0800 so we felt good about being in town well before 1400. We rounded the next bend and were confronted with severe head winds with 3 foot swells and breaking whitecaps! Over the next 7 hours we inched our way along the shoreline. If we still had had a stove, or even matches, we probably would have stopped and waited for better conditions. However our task was before us and we persevered. With supreme satisfaction we reached our destination around 1530.

 
                                   A ramp at a marina presented an ideal take-out spot. While packing up our gear we were approached by Diego Faoro who asked, in English, if he could help us. It was a welcome surprise to hear English. Instead of phoning for a taxi as I requested, Diego stopped what he was doing and drove us to our hotel. What a fortunate meeting for us. We hope your new restaurant is doing well Diego!

                          Just in case anyone out there is unaware of the magnificent setting in which Rio de Janiero is located we thought we'd add this photo. 

                                   We feel privileged to have experienced the life within the pantanal. The variety and abundance of wildlife species was truely wonderful. When taken in tandem with the welcoming nature of everyone that we met, we feel confident of our return to Brazil.