Presidents Day

Hundreds of security guards and international media are swarminig the Iguassu hotel right now. Four star generals, secret police and reporters from around the world are jockeying for position. We're all waiting impatiently for the President of Brazil, Argentina, Bolivia and Venezuala to arrive. I can't believe my luck! Last night it was decided that the four Presidents would convene right here at the hotel I'm staying at to finish talks on the fate of oil reserves in Bolivia. I don't have all the details but if the agreement is signed the newly formed cartel would not bode well for the United States. A united South America with a vast quantity of natural resources could play economic hardball with the U.S. and considering relations between us and Hugo Chavez is tenuous, I'm guessing that the Bush Administration has moles parked all over this place.

My room is next door to the Presidential Suite and that's exactly where all the negotiations are going on and because I'm carrying a camera that literally fits into the palm of my hand, nobody suspects I'm with the media. Of course, I'm here for travel and tourism but if shots ring out who am I not tape it? After all, shooting is in my blood and you might be able to take me out of the news but you can't take the news out of me. I only have a few hours before my flight home - wish me luck on scoring another exclusive!