Well it's been a funny old few days. We started the morning after our drinking session on the local hooch with Jill bounding (still part pissed) across the terrace for a cup of tea. She went arse over whatsit and hurt her ankle. Guess who's carrying two bags now?

Anyway she was very brave and still came out pirannha (spelling?) fishing. Neither of us caught anything despite there being thousands of them. We were glad really as we dont like hurting things.

We also went on a river boat trip for an hour or so and spotted capybara and cayman. I think the whole boat was hungover to be honest!!

Next morning we skipped the walk in the forest to rest Jills ankle. In the afternoon it was time to leave. It takes about an hour to drive from the base to the main road in the bumpy old truck. Then we waited for an hour for the mini bus from Campo Grande to collect us. Boy was it hot.

The trip back to the hostel was never ending. Its a long straight road and goes on and on and on. Anyway we eventually got there for a free night. That would have been great as the room was lovely. Unfortunately the hotel next door had a wedding reception in the garden. Oh boy can these people party. 5am the music stopped only to be replaced by a cockerel crowing. Earplugs helped but not much.

We were both shattered. We dragged ourselves up the bus station to book our night bus out to Foz do Iguacu. That was an experience. the lady at the kiosk tried in her best Poruguese/Google translate and mime to tell us we had to change at Carcavel.

8pm we arrived at the bus station and looked at the departure board. 8pm platform 5 it said. 8pm platform 23 it meant. We cut it a bit fine.

On the bus we got, out with the earplugs,eyeshades and boots off. Seat reclined and Im ready to sleep. We drove for 10 minutes to another bus station and all had to get off and wait for 30 minutes.

The bus driver pissed himself at my face. Americanos he said. Im not a f****** American my expression said. Anyhow he drove off with our luggage and came back 30 minutes later. What was it all about? Who knows it's Brazil.

14 hours and a lot of ZZZZZZZZ's later we arrived in Foz. We are in a nice hostel. Not many people here. Ive just cooked a veggie pasta and we are going to settle down with a glass of red.

Tomorrow its up early to catch a bus into Argentina to see their side of the famous Foz do Iguaco waterfall.