The Bus Journey

Well, the 24 hour bus journey was....interesting. Take 3 maniac coach drivers, a screaming baby, a snoring passenger and a collection of bad films* and you get the picture!
Actually we managed to get about 6 hours sleep which isn't bad considering the bus stops every 2 hours at service stations and all the lights come on. Great way to see Brazil countryside though and we actually quite enjoyed the journey. Met a great, if not slightly spaced out, New Zealander who had some great travelling tales. He's invited us to dinner when we get to NZ and bizarrely lives only a couple of streets from Beth's Aunite Maureen in Cambridge, North Island.

Arrived in Foz de Iguassu and checked into the Cassino Palace hotel which is like something from Pulp Fiction but without the blood stains, which is a relief. It has a pool too despite being only 15GBP a night plus the breakfast is great and we can even make packed lunches from the bread rolls and ham when the staff aren't looking. We're getting better at the whole economy thing!

* Who actually thought that 'Red Dragon' was suitable viewing at 2pm in the afternoon? Feeling faintly sick, Beth was forced to watch gruesome murder after gruesome murder, whilst eating her sadrillo (called something like that but Brazil's equivalent to a cornish pastie) and watched Anthony Hopkins eating flesh. Charming.