Nuts and an onion
Trip Start
Oct 01, 2009
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Trip End
Ongoing
There is a reason to the title and it is that because I have had enough of Jamon y Queso sandwiches, and that I am turning a mild tint of Jaundis, this is why I have the nuts and an onion in my bag. I had another long bus journey and wanted to be prepared.
Iguazú is hot, and leaving my bag in the bus terminal so that I could get the next transit to the falls, was made very easy. This must happen a lot. All there is in this place is the falls and the border to Brazil, which soon I cross, incidentally.
There is a little train that you need to catch once inside the falls complex and it is completely full of those damn Isreali people. I must admit that all the rants about these guys, all that I have met, if they are mad or quiet, they are all very nice people. The train runs through some vegetation and finally reaches the falls del diablo. It is one of those places that you come to take lots of pictures of yourself by the attraction and end up with nothing but a gormless tourist in infront of you in the picture, why can´t they just leave me to tourisise on my own!!!
when getting to a good spot the falls are most "impressionante", the diablo sprays a lot of water in your direction, which is great to cool down but not so good for my poor, holding on for dear life until returning back to blighty, camera called Tom. He has been through the wars but still living. After this I did a quick circuit of the other views and ended up on a boat to go under the falls. This was great but saw nothing for water in my eyes. Tom and Norm were safely packed away in he dry bag.......I was not!!!!!! I was late for the bus and ran in my drenched state trying to be careful not to slip on the metal flooring. Arriving at the train station I saw some old Isreali compardres.
Next stop Brasil!!!
Iguazú is hot, and leaving my bag in the bus terminal so that I could get the next transit to the falls, was made very easy. This must happen a lot. All there is in this place is the falls and the border to Brazil, which soon I cross, incidentally.
There is a little train that you need to catch once inside the falls complex and it is completely full of those damn Isreali people. I must admit that all the rants about these guys, all that I have met, if they are mad or quiet, they are all very nice people. The train runs through some vegetation and finally reaches the falls del diablo. It is one of those places that you come to take lots of pictures of yourself by the attraction and end up with nothing but a gormless tourist in infront of you in the picture, why can´t they just leave me to tourisise on my own!!!
when getting to a good spot the falls are most "impressionante", the diablo sprays a lot of water in your direction, which is great to cool down but not so good for my poor, holding on for dear life until returning back to blighty, camera called Tom. He has been through the wars but still living. After this I did a quick circuit of the other views and ended up on a boat to go under the falls. This was great but saw nothing for water in my eyes. Tom and Norm were safely packed away in he dry bag.......I was not!!!!!! I was late for the bus and ran in my drenched state trying to be careful not to slip on the metal flooring. Arriving at the train station I saw some old Isreali compardres.
Next stop Brasil!!!

