Pictures of Brazil. Through the eyes of Aaron and a camera

 This is a vew from half way up Sugar Loaf in Rio.

 This is all the way up.  As you can see it is actually higher than half way up.

During this picture there were a bunch of Notre Dame graduates in front of us being really loud.  They were just being really loud and really American.  I guess I just wanted everyone to know that.

 This is on our way up to the Christ the Redeemer.  Sugar Loaf is that cone that looks similar to a loaf of sugar.

 Look closely at the right side...can you tell what it is?

 It was Hans!                     No, it wasn't.  It was Christ the Redeemer.

 Unfortunately, I missed the memo about the new uniforms.

 Because if you're in Rio there is nothing more than you want to see than a nasty lagoon by the ocean.

 He was big.

 The only person we could find to take this picture was a midget.

Okay, I'm sorry that was offensive.  I should have said a little person.  Also, it wasn't true.  It was a full sized person that got down really low so Jesus' head would be in the picture.

 Copacabana.  Litteral tranlation: place of many wedgies.

 Sheldon snaps somes photos as Andrew looks on.  Seriously, how is this guy still single?

 First Mennonite Church of Rio de Janiero

 The "municiple theater".
That was an "example" of "how" sometimes "quotations" are overused "in" our "society".

 The aqueducts of Rio

 I'm not exaggerating when I say that this may have been the greatest accomplishment of Hans' life

 Delton and Fernie's dog made me miss my dogs back home...I guess I should miss my family too shouldn't I?

 Near the Pantanal in Brazil we met another friendly owl.  His name was Hooper.  He works for ING as a tax consultant

 Me, "Should I jump?"

 Hans, "I hope he does!"

 This is Chapada.  I was a little disappointed because I thought Chapada would be some sort of awesome pastrie but I was okay with it being really cool rocks.

 We got to snorkel.  Sheldon gave it two thumbs up!

 Chapada had a waterfall.  I guess that about sums up this picture.

 On our way into the Pantanal.  Either that or the drug run we did to pay for most of our trip.  I always get those confused.

 This is where we stayed. Yup, we slept underneath the wagon.

 Horses are ridden all over the town.

 Grizzley came upon the marsh and knew something was awry.  He had been traveling for months, possibly years: time had ceased to matter to him anymore.  The trail had finally beat him down, forcing him into submission like the submission which wives are called to in Ephesians 5.  What ever length of time he had been gone he still had not found a hint, trace, track, or clue of a local Ikea.  He had forced himself to quit thinking about his poor wife, back on the ranch, still without a table, eating food off the dirt floor because he had yet to fulfill his mission.  That image simultaneously kept him going and brought him to crippling despair.  The internal battle raged within him, like the Trojan War except that his battle was just inside him and not in Greece and also it didn’t have a big wooden horse and his wasn’t as cool and his was pretty much just mental while the Trojan war was a combination of mental and physical and his wasn’t going to be in history books while theirs definitely was and also if a movie was going to be made about his battle it was not likely Brad Pitt would be in it like he was in that movie about the Trojan War because Grizzley looked a lot more like a combination Nick Nolte and a sycamore.

But there he stood with some combination of a marsh and a swamp before him.  Only a dugout canoe could be used from here on out.  He slowly turned to Blazer, his trusty horse, and explained that their time together had come to an end.  It was like the Beatles breaking up, only worse.  Little did Grizzley know that 20 years later Blazer would be assassinated in New York City.  Completely alone now, Grizzley started the new chapter of his journey for the table.  A dug out canoe would be his mode of transportation.  He would face things he could have never imagined but he did not know this yet.  All he knew at this time was that he had forgotten his mini fridge because that would have been perfect in his new canoe.  

 Not our cabin but it is a good example how they build on stilts.  It's also a good example of how 3 months on the trail is not becoming to my look.

 Quite a beautiful place.

We went to a typical Pantanal party for a few minutes and they were dancing.  You should have seen Hans and Sheldon out there.  No, they didn't dance but it is a funny mental picture.