Esteros del Ibeirà, all the poetry of the Argentinean marshlands

Somewhere in Argentina there is a huge, beautiful and secret swampy area. If Guillaume hadn’t told me “Christine, you must absolutely go and see it”, I would have royally missed this treasure

 

This visit is a little deserved because to get there is no cake or pie. You have to find a driver with a jeep and it costs a bit. Crossing pampas full of proud gauchos and arriving in a village squared off. 
No asphalt and no supermarket here, just houses lined up next to each other, two grocery shops and if I remember correctly, a bar.
When I arrived there it was raining and it was a pity to be there, wandering through the deserted dirt streets of all life.
For my luck, there was to be a bird convention the next day, such a chance! I thought to myself. Alas! The few free beds were taken by storm. 

It took me time, patience and a lot of smiles to find a tiny room in a local house at a decent price. In any case, there was nothing else I could do, no transport was available here

 

The evening was gloomy, but with a book and a headlamp, you never get bored. The next day, the ornithologists’ festival kicked off. Tents everywhere, balloons, scientists talking about preservation, protection of our winged friends. 
I sign up for a boat trip on the marshes and the, ouch ouch ouch, what a show!

Quiet landscapes, full of reflections, an immense expanse on which one glides gently

 

Just the time it takes to observe the crocodiles motionless like statues, the elegant birds perched on their long legs, the graceful deer bathing, the stoic capybaras and the sun disappearing in a polychrome concert of red, orange and blue. The shadows stretch out, the setting sun is reflected in the fixed eyes of the saurians… I regret not having the talent of a poet to describe this spectacle! 

Back on earth, after having feasted with the guides, tourism managers of all kinds, I went back to the marshes for a night stroll. I don’t remember seeing any remarkable creatures here, except for sleeping capybaras, furtive armadillos and tatoos, but, blessed by luck, I was able to witness a full moonrise of rare beauty.
What elegance, what simplicity. We were all there, barely whispering so as not to disturb the moment, this divine, luminous, benevolent moon with its pearly halo in the ink sky, the clear song of a bird in the distance… Such a rare moment, I have five or six of them in my whole life.

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