Still Waiting on the rains of winter to usher a new season. For now the dryness reigns. The river is now the size of a brook you might picture in a fairy tale, and the cattle are in want of something fresh but must wait.
But deep in the jungle it is still thriving and noisy with chatter. In the harshness of the drought most everything stays close to the river. It is two worlds separated by a stones throw. The river on one hand, the desert on the other. After my first full cycle of climate here I am impressed by the hardiness and adaptability of the creatures, and the people. I am ready for the rains for sure. Pronto
I love this place!