Rough camping

From Iguassu we had some 1,500 Km to cover till Buenos Aires, including stopping somewhere to camp rough.

The nightmare!!! We could only stop when dark in order not to be seen (obviously it is illegal to plant tents onto somebody´s land without asking), the drawback being that choosing somewhere where to camp when it´s dark means that you do not quite see where you are going.... But we have a great leader - Jim - he´s been doing this for years and is really smart, so full trust in his judgement... JIM ARE YOU READING??!! Well Jim picked this very well hidden side road into the pine woods - surrounded by pools of water - and actually got off the truck to go and inspect the chosen spot, and then told us it was ´good´. Right. We got off and planted the tents in all haste with the last remaining day light - this is under the trees in this tree-logging area. About 2 minutes into the tent planting, though covered with insect repellent, I made the immediate and extremely smart decision to go and cover up arms and feet (Gregory was even smarter and covered up before he even ventured ouside the truck, given that Ed the doctor had shouted Jim, are you aware this looks like a swamp??...) Got the first item of clothing with long sleeves I could find (Gregory´s thick shirt that Simona and Franco gave him as a present) put my boots on, and back to the tent... While the others started cooking. Well, by the time all tents were up and the lights inside and outside the truck were lighted, the raid attack started: flocks of insects of all sorts - black beetles, green beetles, flies, mosquitos, bugs small and big, mites, you name it!! They all came out onto us and the pots, falling in them whenever someone tried to stir the contents. We managed to eat and then retired as soon as possible to our tents. Departure time in the morning, 5 o´clock - someone suggested 3 am but was rejected... At 3 minutes to 5 we were all sat down ready to go, Jim shouting let´s get the hell out of here!!! Some of us did better than others - Carl ended up looking like he´s got chicken pox, Gregory with 35 bites on his neck and face, and me with about 15 on my rear side (collected at 4:45 during a 30-seconds wee that I could not avoid having...).

Yes, we are still talking to Jim by the way, he´s a great guy, really!!

Erm... did not quite have the presence of spirit to take any pictures...