If it wasn't for bad luck...

we'd have no luck at all.

Average temperature in the Pantanal in July: around 30C
Temperature on Monday, when we arrived in Poconé, the "gateway to the Pantanal": around 35C
Temperature from Tuesday morning when we left Poconé for the Pantanal through Thursday at about 12:00pm : 8-14C
Temperature Thursday at about 1pm when we got back to Poconé after having finally given up and decided to head back out of the Pantanal because it wasn't worth paying R$115 a night to do nothing but be cold: 25C

If it happened in a movie, I would have scoffed at the impossibility of such perfectly BAD timing.

And what did we get for our time and (therefore) money?
Arthur got a cold.
Sascha got a lot of sleep.
Daniel got a stomach ache because all he did for 2 days was sit and eat out of boredom.

Ok, that's not being totally fair. We did also get to see some crocodiles, birds, and random other wildlife; ride some (cold) horses; fish for pirahna and play cards. But man, just the ride out of the Pantanal in the cab, when the sun finally had come out, gave evidence to what amazing wildlife we should have been seeing with our time there.
We all also had the thrilling experience of living with a constant of at least 4 layers of tshirts on at all times, since none of us had packed expecting such cold, and since the (delightfully rustic) lodge we were staying at had been built with the expectation of a climate which almost never drops below 20C-ish, and thus has no need for a single room capable of being made warm. Pretty much the only two ways to be warm were to be in the shower or in bed for an extended period of time.... but oh was there hell to pay when leaving either place!

So, back in Poconé waiting for Divine Intervention to tell us what to do until our flight to Belém on Sunday (where I hear it also never gets cold), since clearly we have absolutely no control over how this trip is going.