With 15 travellers in knee high gumboots, the sounds of the jungle were dwarfed by squishing, slopping and the occasional thud against a tree for support.
We'd gotten up at 5am and I'd decided to ignore today's symptoms of my stomach bug because I didn't want to miss anymore of the jungle adventures.
But it was fairly hard going walking 5km in the mud with the 'fear list' in the back of my mind.
The list had been rattled off by Victor at the start of our mud mission: Don't touch this type of tree or you'll get bitten by giant, poisonous ants; watch out for tarantulas and other spiders. If you see a snake, don't panic. (I love it when people dish out that bit of advice!)
When we stopped at the canoe that was going to take us to Lost Lake, we heard furious sloshing from those ahead of us as they bailed out the water. The canoe was sunk by the overnight rain. A great sign.
The occasion cayman would stare out at us from his patch in the reed and there were huge vividly coloured butterflies following us as we paddled.
Next stop: We come face to face with a tarantula as he's coaxed from his hole.
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