. It was incredible, the waterfall fell so fast that it bounced back up nearly half the height of the waterfall itself. Never had we seen so much water rushing with such an immense force. But no time to hang around, we were on a tight schedule as rather than pay for a hostel we were catching another bus to Florionopolis in Brazil later that evening. After crossing the border into Brazil and devouring our first Brazilian burger we went off in search of Internet. Not realising the time difference between Argentina and Brazil, the 1 hour and 3 minutes we thought we had to kill was actually 3 minutes left to catch the bus. So making it just in time we boarded our not so comfortable bus, and sat next to the smelly toilet, but we didn't care as we were off to the beach and paradise in Brazil baby!!
After a relatively uneventful 20 hour bus journey, except for nearly being left at a service station and Ellen dropping her brand spanking new tooth brush down the bus toilet (gutted), we arrived at Puerto Iguazu at 10am. We dropped our bags at left luggage in the station and made our way directly to the park. God damn was it hot, so beading from head to toe we bought our tickets and jumped aboard the little train to take us into the park. It was there we met Nestor, an American guy from New York who became our makeshift guide. Riding on the little train it felt like we were in Disneyland and we were so excited to see the biggest waterfalls in the world that we could have been!!!! And they were so amazing. We had a great time walking around investigating the park with Nestor the Newyorkian. All the waterfalls seemed to have rainbows, it was so beautiful. We also got wet taking the legendary lying down photo whilst being soaked by an immense waterfall. We walked around for 5 hours and then went to see the `Garganta del Diablo` on the Brazilian side of the waterfalls