For me, approaching Dourados by bus gave me a chance to become reintroduced to the area and relive memories of what it was like to live in this part of Brazil. Just to the north lies the Pantanal, a large area of wetland and home to some unique wild life. Because of all the recent rain, we drove past flooded fields and shallow pools. The rich farm land was looking more like the Pantanal.
I had already been lucky enough to see the macaws when leaving the city. Then I caught sight of a black and white toucan beside the road with its beautiful orange beak. My mother told me to look out for ema, the rhea. Sure enough, we passed a group of seven of the ostrich like birds feeding in the fields. My father had taught me to bird watch in this very part of the world. He would take me out on walks, point out the birds, describe them and name them for me. He took me to the Pantanal twice where he watched the birds and I looked out for alligators.
Most of this land is cattle country. The farms are vast, with fields dotted with white cattle and termite mounds. Although the name of the state is Mato Grosso, meaning 'thick forest', most of the forest has been cleared. As we approach Dourados and the reservation land, there is still some of the old forest, standing tall. The road becomes a rutted track, and I realize how much I would miss if we flew in.
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