Iguassu Falls (1 of 2) - Argentina

Keeping accounts of my travels regularly is prooving to be a task I'm just not staying on to of. So, I'm trying a different tactic. As of writing these words it's the 5th of May, and I'm on a bus from Foz do Iguasu to Bonito (after 2 bus changes). The plan is to write my account of recent adventures now, and transfer ink to screen once I've caught up on my blog. If you're reading this on screen, then well done to me! I win! Now, I guess you want to read about those adventures then, no?

Rory, Jason, Craig, the swiss couple from the hostel and I all travelled from Salto to Puerto Iguazu together. From Salto you can see Argentina, but with our massive backpacks (and customs) we couldn't very well swim across, so we took a "Ferry". It was no interislander that's for sure, but it did the trick. A horrendously long walk later, we got to a bus which took us to Puerto Iguazu. Actually, I should have saved the word 'horrendous' to describe the bus ride. Overnight bus ride of terrors (not nightmares, because that would imply I actually got any sleep!).

Once we arrived, found a hostel, found breakfast and drank coffee, we all jumped on a local bus to the National Park.

The Argentine view of the waterfalls was really awesome! We started at the lower track which took us to the base of the falls and San Martin, the island at the base. San Martin was unreal, we saw butt-loads of armadillos, digging their little holes, scurrying around for insects with their little faces - highlight! We saw a tonne of vultures too, but I think they're kinda gross, so whatever. Vultures. The upper level of the falls was wicked too, standing at the top looking down at the masses of water crashing to the rocks is a really sobering sight.

I kinda wanted to throw a coatie down to see what would happen... but, ya know how it is... I guess throwing furry critters down the largest waterfalls is frowned upon. Speaking of coaties, those little bastards were everywhere. They're so bold. When I was reading trip advisor reviews about Iguazu Falls one review said "lemurs attacked my milkshake". I couldn't have said it better myself, real Shakespearian stuff, that.

(this is coaties)

The last fall we visited was Gargantum del Diablo (the devils throat). No words. It was like looking down into some sci-fi time warp/ space warp/ water warp. Like if you fell down there you'd end up in a different world entirely. I wouldn't be surprised.....

Rory and I took an "eco-tour" boat back to the entrance of the park. Pretty sleep deprived, all we did was eat ice-cream when we got back to the town. Best sleep of my life. Nothing was going to disturb the sweet slumber.

The following morning we caught the 9.30am bus to Brazil.
TO BE CONTINUED......