Puerto Iguazu (Brasil-Paraguay)
27.02.2011 27 °C
I hail to you from the Argentina-Brasil border!
After a very long, 19 hour, bus ride, from Rosario we finally arrived in Puerto Iguazu, one meal and two silly action movies later. Puerto Iguazu resides close to the Brasillian border, which means that the weather here is tropical. It rains alot, but still the air is very warm and humid. The town itself, has alot of tourism, but it's still very poor. You can see small children sleeping in the streets. It's very sad that a country lets itself reach that point.
On our first day we focused on finding a hostel, and a hostel we found. A man in the bus station told us that his hostel has free taxi's from the hostel, dinner, a pool, a pool table and something else that I can't remember. What I've learned from this experience, is never to trust a man that has no teeth in a bus station. None of that was true, although we did manage to settle for a cheap-ish price for a room. We went to a nearby hostel, where no-one asked any questions, and went to their pool. We also found a very nice view point, that just like we have in our north (except that these countries aren't enemies), looks over to Argentina-Paraguay-Brasil from the same spot. Then, at night we went to sleep quite early, because tomorow was a day of water.
The next morning we went very early to the bus station to take a bus to the falls. When we arrived, we could hear the falls from where we were, which was a couple of KMs away. We entered the park, and walked on the path toward the falls, and slowly but steadily the noise grew louder, and louder. There's no other way of describing it other than thunderous. Aparently, the water that falls there in six hours, is enough to keep Israel running for a whole year. The paths there are steel walkways with lots of people, and every view point gives you a different angle of the falls. By the way, you can visit the park either on the Argentinian side, or the Brazillian side, but then it'll cost twice as much. Anyway, when we were done with the falls, we went back to the hostel completely exhausted, so we all went to sleep for a couple of hours. When we woke up, we all went to a pub at night.
The next day, we woke up and went to the station again to buy bus tickets out of Puerto Iguazu, to a city on the border with Bolivia, called Salta. There were only two tickets by the time we got there, and we are four. We ended up buying tickets a day apart, so Dima and I are going on Friday, 24 hours away by bus, to Salta, to meet Lior and his sister, Ma'ayan.
That night we wanted to go out drinking with some friends we met here, but I ran out of money after buying the ticket, so we first went to the bank. When I pulled out my card for the cash machine, instead of a credit card, I pulled out 60 USD. Someone stole my card, probably when I was in the shower, and left 60 dollars as payment for it. Wierdest thing I ever seen.
The next morning, we found out that Paraguay is just and hour away by bus. There, right at the border, there's this big flee market. So, of course we wanted to go and look around. When we got there, it reminded me alot of the flee markets in the Palestinian cities on the west bank, only much, much bigger. The place was huge. Streets upon streets of small vendors, and little shops. If you want to find something, this is the place to go to, only watch where you speak hebrew, because there's also a part there, of electronic shops, that are owned mostly by Lebanese and Siryans. I found myself a really cool Machete for the jungles up north, and Dima & Lior bought some other stuff. All in all, it was a very cool experience going there, because every step you make, someone walks up to you and offers you something; Things like socks, USB disc-on keys, hookers (don't ask), and loads of other stuff.
We went back to the hostel by taxi, with three other people, crammed in the boot of the car, we crossed the border back to Argentina.
On Thursday morning, Lior and Ma'ayan left for Salta, and Dima & I were left behind to fend for ourselves, until the next morning.
On our last day in Puerto Iguazu, Dima and I had to be creative. We met alot of people that day. There was this group of Israelis that we found in our room at some point, one of them completely drunk, because of a bet. We talked for a bit, and went over to their hostel for a few hours. Then we went back to our hostel, and sat with two Swedish people, an Australian girl, a Dutch girl, two Malaisians and a penguin. We all played poker for a while and had a great time, except me. The penguin took all my money. Dima and I wanted to stay up as late as we could, because tomorow morning we had a 24 hour bus ride to Salta. Later that day, I went out for a much needed run around town. At midnight, we made ourselves some hamburgers, and went to sleep as sick as a pig.
For now, until Bolivia, remember: That Guns are for Show, Knives for a Pro.