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Monday, December 19, 2011

Anne and I headed to the bus station both a little daunted at the prospect of an 18 hour coach journey (in the end it was a shade over 19 but what's a mere 60 minutes when you think of road travel on this scale!) North to the Misiones department and Puerto Iguazu. Despite the length of the journey, I think it's only fair to say that they've got the coach travel thing down to a fine art here and throughout the journey we enjoyed treatment similar to a scheduled airline flight, food, drink (Champagne if you desired) and movies in comfortable chairs that reclined significantly - one thing to be aware of it appears that the food of choice will be ham and cheese in various guises (very imaginative with ham and cheese here) and the movie selection played could mean you are on a "RomCom" bus or "Action" bus - fortunately Anne and I were on a "Mixture" bus.

Arriving in Puerto Iguazu we were unable to check in to our dorm rooms immediately, so spent a lazy few hours loitering around the pool where we met Brits Katie and Joe and Melbourner Alex. Anne and I had agreed that we would tackle the falls the following day, early(ish) and our fellow travellers agreed!. That night we 5 enjoyed a delicious dinner in a local restaurant (surprise surprise I had steak) before returning to the hostel for a nightcap.

So, to the next day and the main event - and as waterfalls go (certainly according to that most informative of websites - waterfallsoftheworld.com), this definitely constitutes one of the Heavy Weight Champions. Purchasing the bus ticket to the falls, Alex and I persuaded - well i'm not so sure persuaded is true - I think railroaded is more apt, a reluctant Anne into purchasing a ticket for the boat into the falls and so we set off.

I have no intention of trying to explain the magnificence of the Iguazu falls - being in the lucky position of having seen Victoria Falls as well - they are hard to compare - what is true is that whether you look at the numerous falls in the horseshoe or the sheer force of the Devils Throat the might of nature is truly incredible and Iguazu really is a wonder to behold.

The 5 of us spent some 6 hours looking around the park during which time we had several close encounters with aggressive Coatis (okay so they're not completely aggressive but they will steal food if you present them with a chance - is that similar to pickpockets on the Subte I wonder?) and enjoyed our boat trip into the falls - I honestly felt like I was drowning at one point the waves of water crashing down were immense!

I only viewed the falls from the Argentine side but besides perhaps a slightly more panoramic view on the Brazilian side I could not have wished for a more enjoyable and at times jaw dropping experience. Despite the heat pushing 40 degrees and a large amount of walking I think it would be true to say that we all returned to the hostel suitably impressed by the marvels our eyes had bathed in.

That night, we 5 again enjoyed dinner together and several very civilised G & T's before a well deserved nights rest.

The following day Anne and I checked out of the dorm and once again found ourselves loitering around the pool for a few hours, waiting for our onward transport - me, a flight back to Buenos Aires (once you've flashpacked you just can't help it sometimes - 18 hour Coach v 2 hour Plane - only ever going to be one winner) and Anne a 21 hour bus journey to Cordoba (fortunately she has since told me it was an "Action" bus with a movie selection including Van Damme). Katie, Joe and Alex were returning to Buenos Aires via coach.

Despite a minor delay of 30 minutes at the bustling international airport in Iguazu (which has been carved out of the jungle) I landed in Buenos Aires around 1800 enjoying sweeping vistas of this gargantuan city as the plane swept out over the ocean on a crystal clear day to land at the Jorge Newbery airfield a great end to my trip to Iguazu (I shan't tell you what the taxi driver brought up on the way back the hostel...oh well!)
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Roberto Mancini on

Love the blog for me this is not a problem. Little Sprakey can you see if Carlos can play.

Confusedblogfollower on

Did you really need to learn Spanish in order to order a pint in the hdq?

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