That’s when it happens. Our guide, Ray (who’s bloody amazing btw) stops us all at the gate and tells us he has something important to tell us. It sounds serious. We all stop, catch our breath, drink some water and put down our walking sticks.
A few tips based on our experience in the jungle. Top ones include: don't touch any trees and don't bother asking any questions about the food.
The weather is super hot and we couldn’t look any more like tourists with our sunburnt shoulders and noses. We’re indulging a little. After all, the Miami part of our trip is our little holiday – some time to wind down and enjoy a break.
When I get to Miami I’ve decided I’m going to have ice cream and Mariam has instructed me to go to the cheesecake factory. But there’s one last thing I need before we set off: swimwear.
Sat in the back of mum and dads car (which in itself is absolutely ridiculous as I’m a 30 year old woman), I’m biting my fingers to pieces as I repeat to myself "it's ok, they see vaginas every day". I'm taking on the bikini wax.