(My dad whatsapped me saying “looks like your bottom is having a good time.” Seriously rethinking my theme whilst I feel deeply disturbed).

We left Parati early in the morning. The first bus journey was six hours from Parati to Sao Paulo in some horrific weather which eventually resulted in rain pouring in through the ceiling of the bus in front of me. Then we hopped on the next bus to Campo Grande – 14 hours. This was a pretty sleepless journey – made worse by the fact the bus company seemed to deem it necessary to change drivers every four hours. Number 1 was fine, number 2 fine, then this nutter came on at about 2am and I was awoken by a crashing sound as he proceeded to hit every pothole at 80 mph before arriving in Campo Grande. We were then picked up by a random old guy…