I’m in Puerto Iguazú. I arrived around 11am today, after a 18,5 hours bus drive (was supposed to be 17 but because of the rain we started late and then we had to change a tire along the way). Btw, on the bus a sold 3 bracelets to a woman! :)
I arrived and walked the 2 blocks to my hostel, Iguazu Falls Hostel. Apparently the system was down, meaning the whole telephone net and internet, so I couldn’t let Duilio know I arrived well. Pore him.
Instead I took first bus to the Iguazu Falls. There’s only one company driving that route (Rio uruguay), at when I had done research online it was supposed to cost 15 pesos each way, but now it was 35 pesos each way, quite expensive!! Made me think twice if I really would go out there tomorrow too.
The entrance fee is 175 pesos if you are European. Almost 3 times more than if you are Argentinian. Damn it.
I met up with a Danish girl, Marta, and we joined the whole day along the falls.
We started out at the top of “Garganta del Diablo” (devil’s throat)…. WOW. Impressive!!
Then took the train back to the “center” and walked the upper circuit above all the other waterfalls and later the lower circuit “under” the waterfalls. Could get really wet!!
Such a special weird feeling of being amazed all the times by the wonders of this world. I just can’t really describe the feeling of being there. So loud noise from the extremely powerful and strong water currents and falls.. It’s just extra-ordinary. And never-ending. Waterfall after waterfall and more and more amazing stuff along the way. Breath taking cool.
After 3 hours walking around the falls it started to rain. Marta went back home since she has planned to come back tomorrow. But I only had a boat ride left of the Iguacu Falls – Barco Nautico – fucking 180 pesos for like 10 minutes on a boat that goes really close to the waterfall! I was so wet and cold before the ride but after the boat ride – It was like a bath! And the rush into the waterfalls and getting soaking wet was so much fun that it in the end totally was worth it!!
So now that I’m back in the hostel, warm and dry again, I can’t stop feeling sad because I’m leaving Argentina tomorrow. But I really don’t have anything more to do here.
When I arrived with the bus this morning I saw the “Cremolatti”-ice cream station, “ohh…. Yeah that’s right I’m stil in Argentina!” I thought. Then some people selling mates and alfajores. Oh. “I love this!”. I feel so comfortable around Argentinians, I know how it works around here. Still it’s not my favorite country or anything – but I just feel at home here. And I feel truly sad that it’s time to leave it all behind. Yesterday I left Santa Fe, tomorrow Argentina. One step further away from my love. One step closer to my home arrival.
It’s time to enter unknown territory, alone, again, but this time slightly harder than before since they speak a language I don’t manage!
It’s time to go to Brazil..