the river is amazing, breathtakingly clear crisp water which had a majestic emeral colour. i free dived in it with my eyes wide open, taking in the random creatures which swim up near the surface. in this stretch the river was quite deep, the clear green emerald giving way to a murky opaque and unpenetrable green into which i dared not go. maybe it was all the stories i heard from the locals of gigantic beastly fish, man-eating feral monsters which roam the depths of this legendary river guarding its soul.

during the tourist season this little shack is a riverside bar, um barzinho. unfortunately it was closed when i was there, abandoned actually :). this little place however, has lived in my memory ever since i saw it, and this place is probably the closest i have ever come to my personal perfect place where to die: it is far, far from everything, everyone. it is harsh but stunningly beautiful, a place where nature is unquestioned and untamed. and as you can see from all my photos and descriptions, i am profoundly seduced by strong and pure natural colours. i am mesmerised by colours: the pure blue sky, the emeral green river, the burnt orange land, the prickly green shrubts and toasted green cactuses, and sunbleached white dry bones of long and short dead animals.