I got soaked, but it was worth it!
Trip Start Dec 30, 2010
84Trip End Jul 06, 2011
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I walk away from immigration, no-one checks your form to see if you've arrived legally! I see a small bus so run for it (not knowing it would stop and wait for 15 minutes) and within twenty minutes I'm outside my hostel. The buses in South America are so good, they will stop anywhere you want. Literally anywhere!
I didn't have a reservation but there was a dorm free. Hostel Bambu was pretty cool, friendly staff who booked a tour of the falls for me, booked me an ongoing bus to Curitiba and explained how to get to the Brazilian side of the falls.
So, I drop off my bag and walk straight to another bus stop. Here I wait patiently for twenty minutes for the 120 bus. Another two girls are waiting, they live locally and are very impatient, I guess it's a Sunday and the buses are not as regular. Once, on the bus, it's another 30 minutes to the entrance to the Park for the waterfalls. It starts to tip it down again, and for someone so normally well organised, I hadn't time to pack a day bag so I have no rain poncho. When we get off the bus, rain poncho purchased immediately, then purchased pricey pricey ticket and then jump on another bus. This bus, kind of open top, was full of water, so when it turned a corner, all the water collected on one side, all over your feet. I also made the mistake of bringing my sandals, not flip flops, so they'll need a day or two to dry!
I leave the bus with a one kilometre walk to the devils throat of the waterfall and this is the first caption I see.
With the downpour all day, there is 7 times more water flowing over the waterfalls and in the river today, at this point, I didn't realise how wet I was going to get.
The bus also mentioned (one of those talking bus things) to not feed something, I hope it wasn't talking about me. In all the rush today, I totally forgot about lunch and now it's close to 5 pm. Park closes for entrants at 5pm but stays open till 7pm. So, they are called Coati.
The path continued north towards the Devils throat, sounds scary in a way, no idea what to expect, on the way, there are viewing points to see more of the falls further down from Devils throat. Now, I'm impressed, more impressed that what I saw at Niagara 3 years ago. Maybe, with the extra water flowing, the sounds are greater, the thunder of the water is greater, but I just have a different feel here.
Continuing, I keep walking till I'm at the throat. Now there is a walkway to get to the middle of the river infront of the waterfall. I thought nothing of it, seeing as I had some plastic thing on me, what could go wrong. After walking halfway, everything was fine, stunning views, great action, spectacular falls, then towards the end, within a second, the left side of both legs are completely wet through! I've been drenched, and my backpack is still in the open. I get to the end of this platform, and I'm continuing to get pounded by more and more water. Most guys have stripped off to their underwear or shorts, similar, some women are wearing bikinis. After my poor camera struggles to grab a few shots, I walk back and now the right side of my trousers are soaked through! Amazing, I'm in Brazil for less than a day and I'm wet through!
Next, we can walk up to a platform to get an elevator to a more elevated position. Problem is, the line for this elevator is literally next to one side of the falls. Everyone is getting soaked, some cheeky people are trying to shelter behind me! In the elevator, I drip off, get to the top and can see the great falls from above whilst not getting soaked to the bone. I'm truly impressed!
OK, time for food. I head to a burger bar, and they have nothing left but sandwiches, no way, so I walk off (yeah, little sulky) and jump on the bus back to the beginning, thinking I'd find something there, maybe even an ice cream at least. Get to the entrance, everything is closed! Oh man! So I'm still wet and now have to wait and sit on a bus for 30 minutes till I might get fed.
Well in the end, I found a Pizza happy place, and it was delicious. I'm back at the hostel, exhausted, shower off and sit in the communal area for a while before I'm bored and decide to read on my bed. I'm not so keen on meeting loads of new people for one night, I like to get to know people, not just have some random conversation and for it to not mean anything. I'm quite happy to sit by myself and wait for the next day to come on round. I've been lucky enough to have met some very cool people so far that I don't want to force the issue to try and meet some more.
Well, in saying that, while I was reading in bed, I got chatting to a Spanish dude from Majorca. Him and his two other friends had just finished uni and have 7 weeks of travelling. They are headed where I've been so the guy is picking my brain. His other friend comes down to chat and then the other friend, a pretty blonde Spanish girl, called Ana. The Spanish guys also bought a beer but weren't allowed to drink it in the hostel (ie bought from a supermarket) so I share a warm beer with them before I turn in for the night. I also met a young cute German girl called Isabel who seem to have been really badly burned.
Someone had broken the AC in the room the night before as it got too cold, so this night it was super hot, I barely slept, seeing as one of the Spanish dudes enjoyed snoring so much!!
A good day, everything went to plan and now have a fun day trip tomorrow.
Miles walked 2,96
Temp 28 c 83F
Day 41 February 14th - Poor night sleep. Jump in the shower and take my bags upstairs. I have to check out but will pick them up later on. Last night, some British dude and his friend used the free Internet PCs all night, skyping but not talking, it was weird but meant some people couldn't research hostels, buses, flights etc. So poor Ana and her friends, get up early to do some research. They have a 10am bus leaving from Argentina for a 24 hour trip to Bolivia. I help her with a few suggestions about where to stay and then we have breakfast together. It's here where I find out they have all just graduated from med school and are all qualified doctors. Man, how many doctors am I meeting? I tell them about my trip, and talk about my little nephew. Breakfast was coffee, juice and a banana, I couldn't stomach anymore bread!
I said goodbye to the Spanish guys and got ready for my own trip. I met a lad from Scotland, Calum, who was on the trip, hasn't lived in UK since 2003 and currently working security in Iraq! I also meet Isabel again, her arms are worse, similar to mine on Easter Island, there are water bubbles under her skin. I tell her there's nothing to worry about but she's not convinced. On the trip also are two Italian guys, Antonio who was funny, loud and a great guy, and his friend Pedro, who was softly spoken and a great guy. They both work in Stockholm at the moment. There were also 3 other German girls (who the Italians moved in on, lol) and one had a boyfriend. We also had 5 Brazilian women and one big Brazilian dude. One of the Brazilian women was wearing tiny tiny shorts and barely enough string to cover herself on top. I couldn't help but think of the Family Guy episode where Peter Griffin takes a close up photo of his side boob!!
We were soon packed into the bus and got to the Brazilian border.