Rio de Janeiro (RJ) - Foz do Iguaçu (Parana), 2h flight towards the south, 1490 kilometers, curiosities: second biggest waterfalls in the world in size, first one in volume of water; border of three countries, Argentina, Brazil, Paraguay.
Let's go, first stop in southern Brazil, Foz do Iguaçu, and four nights in its equivalent argentinian, Puerto Iguazu. It's nice that everyone here understands my portuguese and I enjoy the opportunity to slowly start using my spanish. From the 4th of March and my arriving in Peru, it is quite possible that nobody will understand my portuguese...
I land at 1pm, after missing my alarm and running to the airport in Rio, with very hard and short goodbyes tout my beloved roommies. The flight went on smoothly, thanks to a nice old australian man on my side who talked to me all through it, and distracted me a bit from the sadness of seeing Brasil getting away under my feet.
Once arrived, I run with all my stuff to manage to see the brasilian side of the falls in the afternoon. Such a hurry that I forgot to change my big walking shoes for flipflops, and went on to walk by the falls. The one thing that didn't cross my mind was that walking on a path called "the Devil's throat" (a Garganta do Diabo) does get you wet. Very wet. I was a bit scared for my Ipad in my back that I didn't want to leave in the locker, but since I'm writing this now it means it survived. And my waterproof shoes proved their worth. I was wet to the bone but alright until then.
Oh! There is another funny thing to do at the end of the path! Let's go take an actual shower under tons of water straight from the falls, standing on an open platform ? And of course I don't take off my shoes, but do think about leaving my bag to someone on the side. The fact that five minutes later I was emptying my shoes from a few liters of water shows the strength of that shower...
View from the amazing Argentinian side !
After a fast drying of myself and changing clothing, I'm off to the center of Iguaçu to take a bus, if I manage to find it, to Puerto Iguazu. After 30 minutes to find the stop and one hour waiting there, just have to face 40 more minutes with a stop at the border to get my stamp, and here I am in Argentina.
Tonight I go to bed at 9pm.
Follow then two wonderful days visiting the argentinian side of the falls, and taking a few more showers, although not as violent as the brasilian one, and a nice morning bath under a gigantic waterfall. The first day was spent with a French girl from the Reunion and a south Corean guy met in the bus, and the second with a Norwegian girl met at the hostel, and then with a south Corean guy friend of hers randomely met in the middle of the falls. This kind of strange meetings, someone she met at the Machu Picchu a few months before and she kept on bumping into in every country she was in. And this is not the only story like this that I have heard the last few days. The backpackers' world is a very small one!
The two following days are finally a bit calmer. A small visit to the indigenous comunity that lives close by with a british girl from the hostel, and then visiting a kind of museum about the area and local artisanat where I could buy a wonderful homemade Dulce de Leche that will definitely not make it all the way to France...
At night I went for a two hours walk to go see the three borders by the Uruguay river at sunset. I will not have been there at all but at least I saw Paraguay from afar, across the river.
A beautiful sunset over three countries at once
And here I am, backpack and walking shoes on (they don't fit in the backpack...), ready to leave to the brasilian airport and to fly to Lima tonight, even if I am not ready at all to leave the brasilian soil for good.
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