Okey dokey, slack is one word for it, the other is way too busy, although for those that know me, option one is probably the most likely answer.

I left you all in Bonito ready to head off on a snorkelling adventure. After adorning some beautiful wetsuits to keep us buoyant , we headed out on a 2km trek to get to the river. We were trying to decide if we should do a sprint to avoid the mozzies, but running in wet suits and booties isn't the easiest of tasks.

After a lesson in how to swm in single file,it was off down the river. The fish were amazing, there were schules and schules of different fish - big fat black ones, little itsy bitsy ones and some funny spotted ones. We even got to see some dorado fish which are about 100-120 cm long and beautifully golden. Many of the fish didn't really seem to care that we were there and it was often a stand off to see who was going to get out of the way first. I managed to only have one choking episode in the two hours we were in the water and because of the wesuits there wasn't any real chance of me doing too much damaage to myself.

Next it was time to head to the Southern Pantanel. Due to our previous experience with the Northern Pantanel and mozzies, the others that I'd travelled down from Manaus with decided to jump ship and find their own way down to Iguazzu Falls.

Everything about the Southern Pantanel was so much better than the north, less mozzies, more animals, better looking horses and the accommodation was a lot better.

On the first full day at the Pantanel, we had a horse ride through the farm land to see if we could spot some local wildlife. There had been a large amount of rain water come down from the Mountains and the little pond that the guys had been through two days previous turned into a metre high lake. Everyone except for me had to left their legs significantly high so they wouldn't get wet. I was an exceptionally large horse and with my great stature, I just had to straighten my legs a bit. Our team leader Mick, got into a bit of trouble when his horse fell into a hole in the water then managed to get the reeds tangled around his legs. We were all ushered away and were thinking the worst, that the horse would have to be put down. However the pantineros managed to rally around and get the horse out of his prediciment.

That afternoon it was time for a canoeing session, lucky Jodie got to go in my canoe and with my exceptional powerful bisceps being used to paddle, we spent the majority of the time at the back of the group. We did get up close and personal with a cayman, which caused Jodie to rock the canoe a little, which isn't the best thing when you're 70 cm metres away from a hungry 1.5m cayman.

It was time for a night safari, my biggest dream was to see a jaguar hunting, unfortunately they had a board with a tally of what animals and been seen and when. The board stated that they'd seen 1 jag the entire of the previous month. We did see lots of capybaras, birds, owls, cayman and deer. The big find was the ocelots (cats that are a similar size to a medium dog). Three were spotted off in a field somewhere, which wasn't very good for those without x-ray vision. Not loong after, we pulled up to some constructionon the side of the road where an ocelot was just hanging out, however it wasn't my lucky night and because I was in the back of the safari truck, I never saw it in the open, only it's arse flashing through the scrub as it tried to runaway. I was still content to have seen one in the wild.

The next morning, it was off to do a spot of Piranha fishing. Everyone seemed to be doing quite well except for me, and I managed to be attracting the clever piranhas that knew how to eat bait off the hook without actually alerting me to their presence. In the end I got one of the little suckers. The only problem was that the locals didn't bash them on the head to put they short lives to an end, but they were left to gulp their final breathes in a silent pain. After the fishing, we used the piranhas that we'd acquired to do a spot of cayman feeding. It was strange that the cayman swam straight for the boat when we parked up, but the regular feeding sessions that they were receiving to entertain the tourists explained it all.

Back for a quick lunch at the lodge before we headed off towards Iguazzu Falls.

Had a fairly unexciting bush camp after searching for several hours for a place to set up shop. We were meant to have a fancy dress party that night, but we all agreed that the back of a Churriscaria (tyre changing shop) wasn't the most appropriate place for a party.

After a day's drive, we arrive in Foz do Iguazzu on the Brazillian side of the falls (the falls make the boarder of Paraguay, Argentina and Brazil). We spend the night playing cards and drinking.Stumbled into my tent at about 4am.

The next day was a trip to the Brazillian side of the falls. Hangovers aren't particularly conducive to any sort of activity, even one of the most spectacular sights in the world. It was astounding though, once I got over the thumping head. The falls are made up of 39 individual falls, but the immense power that they create is indescribable. The power was enough to soak us as we walked down the path, I had a blonde moment when I thought that water had gotten into my camera and killed it. It took me a good few hours to realise that the battery had just died - doh!

Everyone was heading over to the Argie side for a view of the falls, but I had finally succumbed to a serious bout of FOMO. Fear of Missing Out for those of you not in the know. Therefore I decided to do a quickie day trip over to Paraguay to buy a netbook, so I could do a better job of keeping in touch with people (as you can see it's worked well!). The cheapestand quickest way for me to get there was to jump on a moto taxi. Again this meant me getting over my fear of motorbikes and I spent the whole time thinking all about the means to an end. Thankfully I survived the trip (it was only about 10-15 mins, but it felt like forever).

I then had to traipse around all the shops looking for the best bargain without getting too ripped off. This wasn't as easily done as said. Being the only blonde Gringa in all of Ciuadad Del Este, it was soon apparent that word spreads fast and people were coming up to me asking what sort of laptop I wanted and to say they knew a place to get one. After several hours and a severe hunger I went in search of McDs because I'd seen multiple signs for it. In my extremely bad spanish I asked some people where it was and they looked at me like I'd just said I was an alien from outerspace. Again, blondeness seems to be playing a large part in my holiday and it took me a while to realise that the McD signs I'd seen were actually just advertising on street signs - again doh!!

I went back to make my final bargain with the computer man and eventually came away with a piece of machinery that "was new, I just pulled it out of it's packaging" - all up with a card reader, the laptop, 10% for using my card and a s***e exchange rate, it came to 280 pounds. So not all bad, and I do have a new toy. I just have to cross my fingers it doesn't plonk out before the end of the year.

With my new package in tow, I ran off to find some transport home. I couldn't figure out what languagethe men were talking that were trying to get me back on their moto taxis, but I swear it wasn't portuguese or spanish. I decided to walk back over the bridge into Brazil. Unbeknown to me, the entire of Brazil goes to Paraguay to shop because it's so cheap and the customs people check just about every purchase. This meant standing in a random queue for nearly two hours watching the customs people taking goods from those crossing the border. For the first time in a while I pleaded with the man in the sky not to let them take my laptop or hope that I didn't have to pay duty. Eventually my turn came round and the nice man took a copy of my passport and gave me a little slip of paper for my computer, and I got to keep the computer, yippee.

I'd made a slight change in my plans for the truck and instead of staying with Dragoman and taking two days to get Buenos Aires and missing the weekend, I decided to pay 106 pounds and fly from the Argie side of the falls down to BA.