20th August 2012

Straight off the bus we head to the bus terminal to find out where and how we can get to Foz de Iguazu, Brazil. Looking around the station we get no luck then we bump into the German couple that we met in Bolivia. After a brief catchup we all decide to jump into a taxi to the Puerto de Iguazu, Argentina instead. This way all could share a taxi and he could stop at each border for us to do all the formalities of stamping in and out especially when we had to go into Brazil to get to Argentina.

We get to the Brazil border and the lady is not impressed after looking at my passport she claims I haven't stamped out of Brazil when I crossed over into Venezuela 3 months ago.

Showing her the exit stamp and updating her system. She finally let's us through.

Finally into Argentina we head to the bus station. Exchange our currency and leave our bags in storage before grabbing another taxi to Parque del Iguazu. The park is huge with many walkways to view the falls at different angles. It was so busy. After island hopping over the Iguazu river via these metal bridges we could see the mist of the falls rising up and could hear the roar. When we got there it was so impressive. Gallons and gallons of water crashing down at high speed. We could not see the bottom as the pressure of the water was creating this carpet of mist. We were so close, almost on top of the devils throat, looking down. When the wind changed or there was a slight breeze the mist would head towards us and we would get wet. After taking several photos. We really wanted to see the falls from the Brazil side as it is meant to give you an amazing panoramic view. So we said goodbye to the Germans and headed to Foz del Iguazu, after negotiating a lower price and getting stamped back into Brazil we arrived at the cheaper Brazilian Iguazu. When we arrived we saw an aardvark/raccoon type of animal eating scrap food and some small waterfalls. As we walked along the path, more and more waterfalls appeared, around 275 of them, It was amazing. The panoramic view of the falls from Brazil was better than Argentina. The rising mist created a rainbow that stretched across the Iguazu river. Surprisingly the Brazil side was a lot quieter. Which we preferred. After exhausting the camera we jumped back into our taxi and headed back to the bus terminal in Argentina. Here we booked our bus to Buenos Aires and grabbed some dinner.

When it was time to catch our bus, it never came. When we asked at the office we found out that we had missed it. How? Well we still had Paraguayan time! Argentina is an hour a head!!!! Crap! We argued, begged and pleaded for a refund or alternative, but the offered us nothing. All the buses had left for the day or were full. Getting desperate Stevie suggested hitchhiking. We even tried to pay a taxi driver to chase the bus down!! we tried one last desk to see if they could offer anything. They suggested alternative routes. Which were also full, but then the found a cheapish bus to Corrientes. It was just under half way to Buenos Aires but it got us out of Puerto del Iguazu. So we were now getting a bus a 8.30 instead of our original 5.45. We had an hour to kill. Not wanting to miss this bus we headed straight to the platform for its arrival.

When the bus arrived. We had it pretty much to ourselves. Comfy in our reclined chair we relaxed and finished the evening watching a crappy Japanese Kung fu movie....