Views

We drive along the narrow road from somewhere fairly close to Aquiduana in Mato Grosso do Sul.

Other than that, to be honest, I have no idea of any names of the small towns we have been passing through or what the place I’m now going to for the second time is called.

But the thing is, I’m not working, I’m just sitting in the back seat of a jeep feeling at ease. I can feel it’s a special spot, and right in this moment it doesn’t matter what it is called.

We pass the waterfall and continue up the morro (hill). We park somewhere in between the shrubs. There’s not really a parking slot, but we are in Brazil and it doesn’t matter.

It’s maybe a ten minute hike – maybe a little longer – who knows, I’m not timing it and a trail through trees and bushes takes us to the viewpoint. The sun is about to set over Mato Grosso do Sul and after a load of selfies trying to capture the beauty I give up and let it soak in instead.