Monkeys scrabbled on our hut roof at night, to the crescendo of jungle concert.
We drank iced mate (local tea) and croc. prepared by the local Indians who were being 'educated' into the eco-tourism idustry.
Our native guides trailed us through dense undergrowth and paddled us along muddy Iguazzu tributaries, avoiding snakes and marvelling at the fabulous, exotic birds; parrots and mot-mots swang on our porch-perch before breakfast.
We kayacked down to meet the huge Iguassu River, which if we'd gone on for a further few hours, would have led us to the Falls - white water rafting down the rapids!
Extraordinary exotic plants and bird nests filled the forest.
What is indescribable about life in this environment is the noise, a constant, competetive cacophony from ground to canopy and light to dark. Even the cicadas, about 3 inches long, just belt it out like tomcats in massed bands of thousands. Other monsters squeal and squawk deafeningly.
A close up of beetle life and ......
...... a very large lizard
A close-up of lots and lots of mating beetle bugs!
This is our cabin inside & out - lots of coloured bottles made up ours and many of the lodge's ethnic walls.
We arrived and left by the special Jacutinga Lodge jungle truck helmed by the charismatic: all-knowing,all-seeing Italian/Argentinian guide (Corino) who didn't stop trying to educate us in the ways of the beguiling wildlife - he had even perfected the most obscure birdsong and howler monkey sounds to encourage their presence.
It was with some sadness when we finally said our goodbyes, leaving us feeling somewhat ignorant in our very limited knowledge of life on earth.
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