Nat and Beck Go Large!
When we finally managed to get on the bus and get our breath back we fell about laughing. We must have looked like a right pair of plonkers legging it around with our huge backpacks on. The buses in Argentina rock. they're all double deckers with what they call semi-cama or semi-sleeper chairs, there's a bloke on there who come around with tea, coffee, soft drinks and meals (usually cheese and ham sandwiches though) and they show films. The bus ride to Iguazu was the best yet, we got the seat behind the coffee machine with extra leg room and all the films were in English. For dinner we were ham and cheese salad starter, steak and some weird veg and then some bread pudding type stuff. We couldn't believe our luck, can you belive we nearly missed it!!! We arrived in Iguazu at about 2pm the next day and got on the ye olde local bus to our hostel. The hostel was fab, it had a swimming pool and stuff, but we never had time to use the facilities. That afternoon we booked a trip to the Brazillian side of the Iguazu Falls, a taxi came and picked us up to take us across the border to the other side of the National park. It took us about half an hour to get to the entrance where everyone piles onto the park's buses to be taken to the different sites. We didn't have time to do everything there and some of the stuff was a bit too hard core for us anyway! We got off at the last stop and followed the path along a route which takes you past different sections of the falls. It was highly enjoyable apart from the Meffs who ignore the signs that are posted in 3 languages every 5 metres along the path warning not to feed the racoons. Every two minutes or so you'd come across some squawky American bird sporting an 'Argentina' Tshirt, slacks and half a ham and cheese roll with racoons crawling all over her while her husband (in matching Tshirt and slacks) takes a photo! Anyway, as we were saying, Iguazu falls are beyond belief! Everytime you turn a corner the falls seem to get bigger and better, the photos we've taken don't do the place justice because it really is amazing. At the end of the path there is a walkway which takes you part way across the falls so you can get a good view of the scenery with the Agentinian side as a backdrop. We stayed there for a while taking photos and stuff until we had had our fill of the other tourists then made our way back to our taxi and to our hostel. That night there was a bbq in our hostel, and as there weren't any restaurants close by we decided to sign up. Good thinking on our part I tell thee, they brought out loads of salad and a few hamburgers.... then sausages..... then some steak ...... then even more steak, in the end they couldn't give all the meat away there was so much! We also tried the local tiple of Brazil, Cachaca mixed with lime and some other stuff, pretty much tasted like rocket fuel so just had a couple of glasses before passing out in bed. The next day we were up and about pretty early, but not too early, so we could spend a full day on the Argentinian side of the falls. We had to run into town first which was easier said than done because the President of Bolivia decided to pop over for the morning and they closed all the street off! Eventually we managed to get there on the local bus and found that Iguazu town is actually a bit nuts, the central post office and Police HQ are both painted baby pink! We got to the park at about midday and it was scorchio, we went to buy tickets for the boat ride under the main falls and the bloke there gave us the best route for a quick getaround. On this side there is a little train that takes you aroung the place, so we went to the farthest part first, which is called La Garganta del Diablo, or the Devil's Throat. We had to walk along a long runway to get to it from the train, and all is very calm until you get closer and are nearly deafened by the falls! Wouldn't want to fall in that bad boy, I tell thee! We were a lot closer to the falls on this side, and it was even better than yesterday, though our photos still don't do it justice. We then got back on the train to take us to the next part of the park, where you can do two different walks to see the falls from different perspectives. We did the shorter walk first so we could take the boat ride along the falls. As we walked along the path towards the boat dock, we were met by people returning from the boat...they were VERY wet! Time to get the poncho out for Nat, but Becky had forgotten hers in the rush to get out this morning! We were the only two on our boat (it can hold 40!), and we were taken to see the falls first, before being taken to another waterfall to get "baptised"! Was a lot of fun, but as Becky was soaking wet (Nat was relatively dry thanks to the poncho), we decided that was enough, declined to do the longer walk and made our way back to the hostel. We had something to eat, then called a cab to take us to the bus station. We had noticed that there was a bloke in our hostel who bore an uncanny resemblance to Lenny and Becky, fuelled by the local tipple the night before, had decided we needed to get a picture of him to send to everyone in Oz! She'd sobered up now, but managed to pluck up enough courage to go up to him and ask him for a pic (the taxi was on its way luckily!) Reto from Canada (as he was called) thankfully obliged her, and we made our getaway straight afterwards before Becky died of embarrassment!