The magic of Mato Grosso is because it is home to the sprawling Pantanal, the world’s largest wetlands and lofty ancient Chapada dos Guimaraes. Isabel Conway goes exploring Brazil’s Mato Grosso region.
“Rio de Janeiro is a magical place to be” many people told me. I remembered this as I crossed the road from the eminent Copacabana Palace Hotel and lay on the legendary shoreline, enjoying the sun and glancing up the hill towards the iconic outstretched figure of “Christ the Redeemer”.
Mention Brazil to the bloke down the pub, in the creative department of Saatchi, or anywhere you care to mention and you’ll almost always get the same answer – ‘Great looking women, fantastic footie and the music’s not bad either’. And they wouldn’t be wrong. They wouldn’t be right either, because Brazil is everything you imagine and nothing you expect. It is a contradiction of modern capitalism and third world poverty. And it is a land of outrageous beauty and stupefying potential. But at its heart, lies a pulsating energy that simply refuses to go away.
Standing on a cat walk over two hundred feet up looking straight down The Devil’s Throat at the Iguazu Falls is enough to render even the most battle hardened person completely and utterly speechless.