First week in the rain forest
One 10 hour flight, an over night stay in a hotel (where I promptly realised I'd brought entirely the wrong adaptors for Brazil), a 5 hour bus and a 2 hour taxi and I finally make it to Iracambi. At this point I really should give a shout out to the wonderful taxi driver who battled some seriously muddy roads to get me here. He didn't speak English, I don't speak Portuguese. But by a combination of the odd word in common, some Spanish and a lot of hilarious miming we managed to communicate and get me to the right place. I arrived on a Sunday when most of the other volunteers had gone on a camping trip. There was also no WiFi due to a storm so it was definitely slightly surreal. If I'm being totally honest this was my first wobble (not knowing really where I was and not being able to talk to anyone from home). But never underestimate the comfort an emergency stash of tea and biscuits can bring. On Monday I had a meeting with Binka (the founder and president of