Milking cows in Pantanal

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.

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