Whats been happening you ask and where are we???
I shall tell you a little story, and it goes like this:
On an intrepid bus ride from the colonial town of Paraty to Sao Paulo, Brazil (only a short 10 hours) where we stayed a night in an average Hostel for a hefty price but we made the most of it and ate some famous Sao Paulo Pizza. Then my friends and family we were off again but this time on a bus that was going to take us to the stupendous and spectacular Iguassu falls.
We Arrived on the Argentina side of the Falls in the mid morning where we promtly found that there were no road names so our map instanly became useless so we headed in a direction down hill as it seemed an easier route than the up hill option. to our amazement it was the right way and we checked in to our favorite hostel so far where we met Manuel. Manuel told us how and when to do the Falls all in 3 days before we even told him that we had booked a room. Then upon seeing the room we were in heaven as it was cheaper than any dorms we had stay in Brazil but it was a double ensuite.
Enough of the small detail I hear you say............
The first day on the falls we hit the Brazil Side where we were confronted with a curtain of water so massive and powerful that even I (ed) felt intimidated (not possible I know!!!) We went into the devils throat of the falls unless you had the hi-tec piece Lara had you were gunna get soaked to the skin (check fotos for hi-tec Kit.) After we saw the falls we headed to the Bird park next to the Falls where we saw toucans, pelicans, Macaws and all manner of other birds.
The next 2 days we were prepared ourself for the Argentina side which is on the other side of the Brazil side. we walked around all the tracks and saw hundreds of butterflies and took thousands of photos and were still in total amazment of the whole thing. But we needed to see the Waterfalls from the better angle so we decided to splash out (great pun and totally intended).The Boat took us right underneath the Brazil side of the falls and underneath the Argentine side, we had prepared ourself for the soaking ahead and went just in our bathing suits. However all the others did not and all were in jeans and their sunday wears and after all looked like they had been through a car wash with a convertible.
Then it was off to Buenos Aires where I shall be writing another installment to tell you all about how much steak we ate and also all about the size of steak we ate and then about how good the steak was that we ate.