In which The Author, being tempted by the sultry voice of the Hammock On The Front Porch, and having discovered that said Hammock offers the best Vantage Point from which to poach Wireless Internet, and being force-fed all manners of delectable victuals by a Most Obliging Hostess, accomplishes absolutely Nothing.

Well, not absolutely nothing. I did submit a couple of final projects electronically. And drank copious amounts of fresh pineapple juice. And lounged.

But tomorrow I’m going to a location called the Chapada to look for jaguars.

And Wednesday we’re supposed to go orchid hunting.

And then Thursday, it’s off! to Bolivia.

I’ll post in more earnestness tomorrow after The Searchings For The Jaguars.

Ciao.