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Puerto Iguazu (Argentinian Side) – Aug. 12 + 13

The next morning we headed out to cross the border into Argentina.  We caught a bus at the same bus stop as the day before.  We almost missed it, and had to wave it down halfway between two bus stops.  As soon as we got on we heard “hey strangers!”  Our jaws dropped when we saw Eva (our German friend from Rio) on the bus.  It turns out she was also crossing the border from a flight she had in Argentina.  So on the ride we caught up on what each other had done.  The bus stopped at the Brazilian side where you had to get off to get your exit stamp from Brazilian immigration.  From there we re-boarded a bus only to get off 5 mins later to get our entry stamps for Argentina.  The Argentinian side was really easy getting though.  After that Eva bartered herself a taxi ride, whereas me and Paul got a bus into downtown.

The town of Puerto Iguazu is really small (roughly 20,000 people) and easily walkable.  It is really forested and you notice a large number of indigenous people.  We checked into Hostel Sweet Hostel.  it was really cheap price wise, and sounded really good in Lonely Planet, but in reality it was pretty bad.  The door barely closed as you had to scrape it over the floor really loudly to get it shut.  The only up was the TV in the room.

We headed out to the central area to get a bite to eat at a cafe.  We were really excited for some good food (after having such bad quality food + lack of restaurants in Brazil.)  Paul got himself a steak, whereas I nabbed an entire pizza.  It was cheap I thought it was a personal one, but it was for like 3 people so I barely got through it.  After this Paul headed back to make some calls about his flight home, whereas I scoped out the souvenirs around town.

We chilled at the hostel after this, watching TV and stuff, before awaiting dinner.  We’d signed up for the BBQ at the hostel (all you can eat meat + red wine), but were told it wouldn’t be ready until 21:00, so we had to walk around for a while to kill time.  Finally at 21:00 we sat down with two guys from France where we chowed down on a ridiculous amount + variety of meat… It seems it’s all they eat here, no real sides.  We barely got through all the steaks.  Another plus was these French dude (unlike most French people) were cool, and not really stuck up.  In fact they seemed to rip their homeland alot – namely the footy team, and the crappy immigration policy.  After this me and Paul headed out.  I called my Nagymama (Hungarian Grandma) to wish her a happy Birthday – also talking to my dad.  On the way back me and Paul were jonsein’ for some Ice-cream so we nabbed ourselves a couple scoops in a waffle cone before heading back.

The next morning was really rushed.  We didn’t want to spend another night there, but we didn’t want to head to Buenos Aires this early, so we opted to get tickets to Argentina’s second biggest city (and a big cultural hub): Cordoba.  It was a bit of a pain in the butt, as the hostel guy had told us to get a 16:00 bus with a certain company. It turned out they only had a 14:00 bus (meaning we’d miss the chance to see the Argentina side of the falls).  After a whole bunch of looking we finally found a 16:00 bus.  The problem was apparently there was only 1st class buses to Cordoba.  It was 300 peso’s ($80 CAD).  So we bit the bullet and took the tickets.  Just as we were on our way to catch a bus to the Argentina side (we were in quite a rush at the point to try and get the falls in before our bus) we bumped into Coco + Charley at the bus depot.  That was 2 times in 2 days we’d bumped into friends in random cities around South America.  We had a quick chat with them about our future meet-up in Buenos Aires before just catching the next bus to the park.

It was a 30 minute bus to the park, where we got a 80 peso admission ticket.  From here we basically speed-walked through the park directly to what we had come here to do: Go on a boat under the falls.

“Oh, look at the amazing view from here you two!”…. us: “screw that, no time, we have a boat to catch!”

We lined up for a 200 peso boat ride.  It basically went two two parts of the falls, and you get completely soaked.  They give you a waterproof bag, but you still need a rain jacket.  We snapped some pics on board the 15 minute ride before getting off the boat and heading up the trail.  We were again speedwalking but did stop to nab all the pictures we’d wanted to.  They turned out just as good, if not better than the Brazilian side.  The Argentinian side is basically a close-up of the falls, as the majority of waterfalls were on this side.  They had a small lower viewing platform, but the big sight is walking the walkway over top of a bunch of waterfalls.  After this we headed for the exit where we were held up taking pics of a bunch of monkeys that had come down ridiculously close to us (head-level).

About to get on the boat

On the boat

After getting soaked

Getting soaked on the boat

On top of the falls

Looking down the falls

Me soaking after the boat

The falls

A cool falls

Dipping into the waterfall

Water flying everywhere

Cool falls

A small falls

Small Falls

Some critters around the park

All the falls lined up

All the falls

Looking down the falls

Hiking the trial through the jungle

Me + 2 Monkeys above

We caught a bus back to the bus terminal.  From here we nabbed our bags from the hostel, before sitting down for a quick lunch at the terminal. After this we waited 10 minutes before our bus rolled up.  It turned out we were half of the 4 people on board this huge bus.  The seats were leather, reclined almost all the way, only 3-wide, and really comfy.  The ride itself was pretty good.   The only problem was we were starving for a good 2-3 hrs.  We were meant to be fed dinner on board, but it wasn’t served until 21:45 after another 10 or so passengers boarded.  The food itself wasn’t that good (slightly below airplane food).  After eating we watched The Prince of Persia on the TV.  We were given Champagne during this… we couldn’t really figure out why.  Was one meant to celebrate the fact they were leaving that small town?  Regardless we downed it before hitting the hay and sleeping though most of our 21-hr busride to Cordoba.

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