Illegal immigrants in Brazil!! Yep, that´s right... We entered Brazil Wednesday night after 40 hours on the Rio Paraguay, and there was no entrypost in Porto Murthino. So, now we don´t have an entry stamp. Hopefully it will be solved in Campo Grande, but right now we have made a pit stop in Bonito. An ecotourist´s paradise.

The trip up the Rio Paraguay was exhausting, and we arrived late at night dirty, sleepy, smelly and hungry. Sleeping on the floor of a cargoship isn´t exactly the most comfortable thing out there, but it was a hell lot of fun. When u get exhausted enough u can actually sleep on deck while it´s raining without cover! These ships carry everything, the logistics are amazing. Motorbikes, chickens, pigs, two spoons, food, chileans, cats, furniture, well anything u could possibly imagine. The boat moves slooowly and there is absolutely no hurry whatsoever. We met two peeps from Chile, and got to know them quite well. They joined us in Porto Murthino and just left us y´day. It was a cool experience up the Rio Paraguay, but I´m pretty sure we won´t feel like doing that again! It´s not to much to see from the boat... U are kinda in the middle of a huuuge river, and it gets freakishly dark at night. Worth mentioning is our 15 million mosquito bites, and we´re prolly coming down with both malaria and dengue after the boat trip. No hallusinations so far tho, disappointing...

We had to spend a day in Porto Murthino waiting for the nightbus, and the day was spent drinking with our newfound Chilean friends. When the night came we were all in quite a good mood and ready for the bustrip. Porto Murthino is a tiny town and hasn´t got to many direct buses, at least not to Bonito, so we had to change buses in Jardim. The trip to Jardim only takes 2,5 hours. 3 hours waiting in Jardim and then 1 hour to Bonito. On the way to Jardim, we woke up by a Police razzia. And of course as the only foreign looking people we were called out of the bus to have our bags searched. This wasn´t necessarily to scary, but the thing we had in the back of our heads was: no entry stamp! Hearts started racing when the flashlight hit our faces asking for our nationality, but luckily, no passport was requested and we were quickly back on the bus.

Well, as I said we´re in Bonito and we´re trying to figure out what to do, where to go, what to see... To be continued, if we don´t get eaten alive or thrown into jail.