Brotas/campo Grande, Brazil
I woke up early on Sunday morning at 5.30am, packed my bags and jumped straight on the bus to kick start the 9-10 hour journey to Brotas. But that doesn't tell the whole tale of the previous 8 hours...
Having gone to bed around 10.00pm the previous night in preparation for the early start, my stomach started doing cartwheels and I didn't feel so good. What followed was 5 hours of vomiting and.. well you know the rest. Faint, weak, cold, dripping with sweat and l...