Foz de Iguazu, Argentina and Brazil

Trip Start Jan 20, 2010
Trip End Jun 16, 2010

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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Although it was sad to leave Buenos Aires and the children at La Casita, I was embarking on the real backpacking part of my gap year. I am so glad that I did the project and can't think of anything I would rather have spent my time doing. I learnt a lot about responsibility in new situations and contributing to young people’s lives, the only problem being that I now have to return one day..!

Sahib arrived on the day I finished at the project, armed with Newspapers and NME magazines (one which has a picture of me as the centre article!) and after a few days for him to see BA and for me to cut down my luggage to fit into one (two) backpacks we were ready to leave. We took a 17hour overnight bus to Iguazu, home of the waterfalls and our Hostel, Hostel Inn, where we spent three pretty spectacular days. We met some very cool people, ranging from a Israeli Sniper, fresh from Gazza strip, to a middle-aged Swiss man called Yves (famous for his love for 'Buffets!’) who’s snoring in our 6-man dorm caused fresh earthquake fears across Chile.

The waterfalls lie directly on the border between Argentina and Brazil and both sides offered different views and angles. We crossed the border on our first day where we got a Brazilian immigration stamp, some incredible photos and sunburn to punish my clothing choice of a vest! From Brazil we had great views of the whole waterfalls but without being able to get right up close.

The next day was spent on the Argentinean side which allowed us to get right to the top of the falls, the highlights being the boat ride underneath some of the falls and the aptly named Devil’s Throat (La Garganta del Diablo). A rain and thunderstorm meant that most of the park was evacuated at lunchtime but ourselves and about 5 other New-Zealanders, not too worried about Pneumonia/rules, continued on the little park-train to the Devil’s Throat and could not have regretted it less!

At the Hostel me and Sahib became undefeated champions of table football, meeting some great people in the process, and, despite a power and water cut on the final night, thoroughly enjoyed our time there!

Now owners of Hostelling International Worldwide cards, we had our hostel in Salta booked ahead for us at a slight discount and only the 23 hour bus ride awaited us..
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