After days of searching for a worthy captain to take us from South America to Central America, we finally found the dirty sexual attitude we were looking for, Captain Fredrico. His ship Sacanagem (lit. filthy behaviour, dirtiness, unfairness, lewdness, licentiousness), was ready to take us from Cartagena in Colombia to San Blas in Panama along with 9 other filthy mochileros. 200 nautical miles with no harbour in sight, only seawater to wash with, is all forgotten as night time comes and hundreds of tiny bioluminescent plankton scintillating like the starlit sky above, and yet again it slips our minds as a large family of dolphins jumps and plays next by the boat for miles.

If your looking for a culinary experience, South America is not the place to go, I know most people will say: “what about the steaks in Argentina!” Yeah, yeah I like a chunk of beef as much as any other man, but really, it’s not food magic is it? But if you like a lot of salty grilled meat, an Argentinian parilla or Brasilian churrasqeria is the place for you as long as you don’t mind being constipated for a few days.

The humidity is at 90%, the heat around 37, and we’re lost in the middle of a jungle, but the spirit is high, we have torches, but no mosquito spray. Just a few hours ago, we where sleeping in a hammock facing the Caribbean sea on tree sides. Eating chocolate filled bread and chasing miniature frogs with a camera. But now we’ve gone and got ourselves lost, and boy it is hot.