Our last day is marked by both positive and negative experiences. On road BR262 towards Corumba it is difficult not to see all the animals lying beside the road. In an area like the Pantanal and with people like the Brazilian truck drivers, it is easy to see that many hundreds of mammals, birds and reptiles fall victim to the wheels. Not spotted in the wild, the giant ant-eater (Myrmecophaga tridactyla) and the crab-eating fox (Cerdocyon thous) lie dead on the road, but we see familiar species as well hit by traffic: giant river otter (Pteronura brasiliensis), armadillo (Tolypeutes matacus), brazilian rabbit (Sylvilagus brasiliensis) and South American coati (Nasua nasua). On one of the smaller roads we spot a rare cat, the jaguarondi (Felis yagouaroundi), a close relative to the puma. On the road piercing into the endless horizon we meet at last with real cowboys not seen previously during our touristic pseudo-adventures on horseback: they wear the traditional cowboy gear complete with chaps, lasso and iron whip, unlike the barefoot Pantanal horsemen with no saddle. They are busy crossing the road, that means a half-hour wait until the hundreds of cattle pass. In the evening Youth Hostel Campo Grande offers dorm beds for R$ 20 and we head off for a goodbye-dinner in one of the rodizos nearby. For R$ 15 per person you get a liter of beer and a plate that you can pack full as many times as you want at the huge salad and pasta bar. Of course, the real pro’s place only a few veggies on the plait, and wait for the waiter, who hurries back and forth from the kitchen carrying long spikes loaded with grilled steak, sausages, chicken and an assortment of other meat. The guests only have to point at the part they would like and it is cut right onto their plate. This goes on until you finally manage to say no more please.