After having tried the delights of the Caribbean, Guadalupe, Saint Martin, Jamaica (only 1h due to a over-zealous customs official who didn't like my face: I hereby launch a fatwa against him - his name is available upon request - and would strongly recommend not to travel to this country; all my letters to the authorities were left unanswered…), Curacao, here comes Venezuela… without my rucksack (we will be reunited a month later in Buenos Aires).

After my life was endangered several times (despite my temerity), a visit of Medina (the highest cable-car in the world, much higher than the Aiguille du Midi, snif, also known for the recent assassination of a Colombian drug lord, a visit to a steel mine (many thanks to all who have invited me to stay with them and mainly Simone), I decide to rapidly quit the country by the South.

I risked again my life on the bus (not from threats but from the air conditionning, 15°C; it seems that meat transport regulations also apply to the imported tourists), I finally reach Boa Vista.

Obviously my credit card doesn't work; thank you Barclays (with all the problems they created they thought deemed to credit my account with 10GBP as a compensation.. Thank you Barclays). I eventually manage to withdraw some cash with my French credit card from the unique cash machine that takes foreign cards: HSBC on the other side of town.

After a few days spent discovering the Brazilian life, I decide to go and see a friend in Recife. I take a bus to Manaus and become aware that Brazil is gigantic. Even bigger. No even bigger than what you think (17 times the size of France)! I arrive too late in Recife and have to take another plane the following day to go to Rio de Janeiro with my friend and his girlfriend.

Rio is a megapole where everything happens. Just google it for more info. Just be aware that by night, it's like being in Final Fantasy IV; zombies come out of the ground and are ready to eat you as soon as you do not pay attention. They are so dangerous that after 21.00 it's less risky to not wait for the green lights… Despite the recommendations, we go to a salsa club: it's a massive warehouse where 5000 people start dancing when the atmosphere gets warmer at around 2 o'clock. Here we can witness the charms of Latin America.

From Rio I take a bus to the Iguazu falls. Impressive! Comparable to the Victoria falls in Zimbabwe. A moto-taxi later I'm in Argentina and catch the next bus for Buenos Aires. I' m too impatient to start working on my project.

Will Buenos Aires, "the Paris of South America" play up to its fame? Argentine, "country of the most beautiful women in the world" already has.