I´m going to the jungle tonight

Where they don´t have computers. Or antidotes, apparently, because they would have to be refridgerated, and they don´t have refridgerators. So if some horrible poison frog bites you, you have to get into a canoe and begin the 9 hour journey back to civilisation.

Unless this happens to me, I´ll be back in the middle of Saturday night. I´ll have seen more animals (you´d think I´d have had enough of animals, but it seems not), including pink dolphins and birds, and I´ll have lazed in hammocks. I´ll surely have been bitten to pieces as well.

The best bit is, I´m going to able to take some of my enormous supply of malaria tablets, which I spent three days´wages on and have so far just carried around with me.

Then I´ll be in Bogota not long after I hope. Quito has been good: the nightlife has been fun, I´ve made friends, and I´ve completed my education in the world of cocktails, which are cheap here. Apparently, my favourite - the caiparina - is "soo three years ago". How was I to know that? Three years ago, my favourite cocktail was a three-litre bottle of white lightning, an episode of the office and a late night trip to the Van of Life. I´ve always felt that cocktails in England are for people with salaries.

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