In search of the promised land, I headed to rural Brazil. I figured I could just put big tires on my scooter/wheelchair and plant new roots in the Amazon rain forest, a place not adaptive to mobility vehicles.After thirty-four years in Hawaiian paradise, what began as a quest to make a new home in a foreign land, ended up as a lesson in survival techniques. I applied creative solutions to the continual bombardment of toxic irritants that plagued me with chemical sensitivity.As an adventurer at heart ready for anything at any time, I lived in fight or flight mode. Three weeks in a third world country felt like three years.