From Iguazu we headed north to the ultimate adventure-land in the Americas - The Pantanal:The world's largest swamp. We stopped for an afternoon at the tourist town of Bonito near the southern edge of the swamp for some spelunking and swimming with the fish. But then it was a beeline for heart of the Pantanal: Passo do Lontra. There are essentially no roads in the Pantanal, just trails from one ranch to the next. Thousands of kilometers of opening and closing fence gates.
Since the Pantanal is such a wonderful place to visit, I made it as difficult as possible for Curt. I was throwing as much black smoke as a smelter. The entire rear of the vehicle was covered in oil. Yet, despite this attempt to scare off the animals, even a Jaguar showed its face to us; albeit the Jaguar didn't seem very afraid of this oil spewing Zebra.
When I added knocking valves and overheating to the black oily smoke, Curt broke down and suspended the Pantanal siege. We headed east for Sao Paulo and the fabled work shop of The Specialist.
When I added knocking valves and overheating to the black oily smoke, Curt broke down and suspended the Pantanal siege. We headed east for Sao Paulo and the fabled work shop of The Specialist.