My alarm goes off at 4am and still pitch black outside, I get dressed and get out to the kitchen.
I find Zé, the cowboy already sitting there sipping his morning coffee. We don’t talk much, but with a smile he asks me if I’m tired.
It can’t be more than 10 degrees, it’s 4.30am and it’s time to milk the cows at the fazenda in Pantanal.
My Maddy Travel 