Transport + Iguazu Falls
29th of March:
Nothing major, ate my breakfast, tried to send some more DVD’s to my father, but the post office was closed (Saturday). I said goodbye to whoever was around (Karen and Ilene had left the previous day; James and Steve was nowhere to be found), such people as Danny and Anne Dorthe. I went to the bus terminal, waited for my bus and boarded my bus. I fell straight to sleep and woke up many hours later, read in my book and fell asleep again. The only thing I did today, was when I went to see the courthouse of Buenos Aires.
30th of March:
I arrived some hours late at 9 in the morning (who is counting in South America?), dumped my bags at my hostel, and went straight to the Iguazu Falls. There is no easy way to explain Iguazu; you first hear the falls some way off, then you can see it sometimes in between branches, and then suddenly it leaps out at you. The falls are massive, all over and you just can’t get enough.
I had booked a boat tour which goes under the second largest fall, and somewhat close to the largest fall. That’s right, you willingly get into a boat and sail under the fall… Simply put it is an amazing experience, you don’t feel like you are about to die (as one might have expected), although you do feel like you could be washed away. It sort of fills you with even more awe (if that’s possible), and once you leave all you want is more (which is why they turn around and do it a second time).
Out of the boat you walk up again, and head out onto the higher catwalks (you get to the boat by the lower ones), and from here you get a spectacular view of the eastern falls. Not to mention pretty rainbows, butterflies and a picture of me.
I then went to the top and caught the park train to the Devil’s Throat, by far the most impressive part of the falls, however some of my pictures, have got obvious amounts of water on the lens, but there was a constant and heavy rain due to the falls, so there was nothing I could do. However this part is truly amazing, a deafening roar, with a clear sight of Brazil and the abyss of water. I also managed to arrive so that I left, just in time for the Asian train (lots of Asian people) to arrive, and this is what that looks like.
Instead of going back to Puerto Iguazu, I went down a sidetrail, the trail was long and unrewarding, so at the bottom, I took a few pictures and turned around. Back at the entrance center, a lot of shops had been set up, selling woodwork and other handicraft. After a long wait I took the bus back to Puerto Iguazu and met two Danish girls from Esbjerg, talked with them while the bus was going back, and went back to my own hostel in Puerto Iguazu. Later in the evening I went out for dinner (I had a little bit or Argentine peso left, too little for a currency conversion) and back to the hostel afterwards, where by some extreme luck, American Dad was being shown on telly.
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