Trip Start Jul 20, 2005
30Trip End Nov 23, 2005
The first evening Herdy, El and I visited the Brazilian side and had a good wander around, the only downside from my point of view was the lack of rainbows - something I absolutely loved about Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe (there´s cool photo´s and a movie in my african travelpod). Overall though, I think Foz was more spectacular, the setting was lovely with loads of forest all around between the viewing platforms. They also seemed to go on for miles - really very intimidating and brings even more appreciation for just how awe inspiring nature is.
...We had a couple of good evenings out while we were staying in Foz (including one of the best Chinese meals I´ve ever had anywhere!), but we also managed to find time to go to a Charrascaria, a traditional type of Brazilian restaurant which you usually go to at lunchtime. It basicially involves choosing loads of salad, veggies, pasta & potatoes etc from a huge buffet before the waiters then come to the table every 5 minutes with a different type of meat for you to try. Basicially its eat all you like gone mad - we were sat there with loads of different cuts of steak, sausages, pork, chicken, sausages etc... Strangely I did feel pretty ill afterwards, although the overload of meat meant I also needed a pudding to get on an even keel - somethings don´t change !! ... On that note, Herdy is now claiming that its my fault that he´s managed to develop a sweet tooth, apparently he wasn´t really into chocolate or desserts before going out with me... Oops !
Sadly we also had to say goodbye to Elio in Foz, as he was heading back to the UK after his (pretty darn hectic) holiday. Needless to say he ended up putting my travel records to shame as he had a 25 hour bus journey back to Rio (all flights were completely full due to a public holiday) before then getting his 16 hour flight back to the UK via Paris. He ended up leaving Foz first thing on Sunday morning and arriving back home on Tuesday lunchtime - unbelievable !! ... As was the fact that Air France then managed to leave his luggage in Paris (which coincidently they also did to me on my way back from Venezuela a few years ago!).