After we heard from Elisio about the jaguar venturing into the building, our late night visitors caused some concern amongst us. But as it turned out, it was just a dog and some cats desperately trying to seek shelter from the storm that went overdrive by the morning, covering the sky with thick, grey clouds. At last the local chief explains us all about the ferry (This is more like real travelling: having to spend two days in one place only to find out about departure times). The Dez de Mayo sets sail from Corumba every Wednesday, the Á Vitória every Sunday. It takes two whole days to make it here, the farthest point upriver, Porto ze Viana. It starts back every Friday and Tuesday, and makes the same trip in one day. The weather deteriorates further, a cold and vicious wind sets in and we pull on all our clothes (guess how much that is on a Pantanal trip), raincoats and hats, shivering around the kitchen fire wrapped in our sleeping bags. Later that afternoon Elisio takes us over to the farm close by (where the old port master lives) so we can charge our laptop (to keep the blog updated, of course), we try several tractor batteries, but no sign of life in the machine. We return, cook some dinner, talk, wait, relax. Elisio leaves and returns with yet another battery, and using some wires and complex electro-technical knowledge, he finally gets some power into the old MSI Megabook. It still shuts down every ten minutes, but at least we learn to save our work more often. Just like in the old days, Windows 3.1, yeah. We make some dough and try baking pizza in the small oven, also some hot chocolate made from Peruvian cocoa.