From living in a jungle hut, and tramping 'round the Argentine rain-forest, we went to colonial luxury at Iguazu Falls, Brazil. We felt like vagrants rolling up at the Hotel Das Cataratas, smelling of camp-fires, with mud on our shoes, but no-one batted an eyelid. Imagine turning up at a posh hotel in the UK, looking like Ray Mears, after a particularly taxing expedition! We dumped our stuff, and decided to go straight out and look at the falls, as the hotel was...

Who would've thought the 'sub-tropical rain-forest, without dry season' could be so cold! Our little hut soon warmed up, though, as the 'jungle central heating' (AKA a big log fire) kicked in. The only other guests at Yacutinga were an American family, the Roberts, they were really nice, and we got on well. It was a good job, too, 'cos our little group, along with Yacutinga staff Enrique and Nicolas, were together for all the activities. Most of you probably kno...

We finally arrived at Yacutinga Lodge, after a two hour flight, and a two hour drive through the jungle. Our driver had never been to this hotel before, and as there were no signs to it, he had to stop at least five times to ask directions. We passed a wrecked car with kids playing in it, only for it to come driving past us minutes later when we stopped at the crossroads. There was a family of ten inside, bits of the car dropped off as it went past, and the drive...

*Warning - This blog entry is entirely about Argentine Football* There was a huge football match played in Buenos Aires the day we flew in from Salta. The most successful Argentinian club, River Plate, were relegated to the second division, for the first time in their 110 year history. The league is set up so big clubs can't get relegated, but River Plate have apparently been so bad, for so long, they've achieved the unachievable! River going down is a bigger dea...

We're back in Salta now, when we should really be in Chile, but these things happen! We thoroughly enjoyed our last day in the 4x4, we visited the Salt Flats, and took some wacky pictures, then we stopped at a village high in the Andes for lunch. I'm not saying the village was grim, but it made Blaenau Ffestiniog look beautiful! We were the only tourists in town, and word soon got around, the souvenir sellers scoured the village 'till they found us. To be fair, a...