Often a single photo can become a tale, such is the case with today’s photo.

I had spent a week in Boca do Acre, Amazonas.

It’s not far from Rio Branco, the capital of Acre, the westernmost state in Brazil.

Boca do Acre is literally the ‘mouth of the Acre River,’ the confluence of the Rio Acre where it empties into the Rio Purus.

It’s a rustic wild-westy type town catering for trips into the southern area of Amazonas.

Not really a lot to write home about at all, unless…

This happens.

On the return journey it had been raining heavily and turned the ‘highway’ into a see of mud. The bus began to slide sideways, there was no stopping it and the back wheels slid off the road into the swamp.

It could have been a lot worse, at least we stayed upright.

Five cold boring hours later…