We started the day with a leisurely breakfast, checking mails, reading on my e-reader and enjoying the relaxing atmosphere in the garden of our hostel.
Shortly after 9am we were on our way to the helicopter take-off which is right next to our hostel. We decided the night before to splurge and just go for it. On the way out we met Pedro from Venezuela and convinced him to come with us. He told us that he was afraid of flying but we suggested that he should face his fears and that we would be his guardian angels. It only took a couple of minutes and he was on his way back to the hostel to get more money. 15 minutes later just the three of us were up in the air with a small helicopter.
After this 10 minutes trip we were all smiling like crazy and super excited. Pedro was so happy that he got over his fear of flying!
We took the bus and were on our way to the Argentinian side. It is not really around the corner but you have to take the bus to Foz do Iguaçu (which is actually away from the border) and then from the Hotel Bourbon in the village you take another bus back to Argentina. Then they leave you at the Brazilian border to get the passport stamped.
While waiting at the border for the next bus, we were approached by a cab driver who offered us a reasonable deal for driving us to the other side of the Iguaçu falls.
Once arrived we had a big obstacle, the Argentinian park is only taking cash. So off we went with the cab driver to the next bank to get some cash. I had already noticed in the car that I left my ATM card in the hostel and brought my frequent flyer card instead.
Sylvia of course is way more iorganized than I am and had her card with her and got us cash.
Once inside the next shock, the adventure part had to be paid in cash as well. Which we did originally but then by asking if there were any places in the park to use the credit card, we heard that we could also buy the adventure tickets with a credit card, just not at the first info booth.
We found that information in this park is not written in capital letters! Quite badly done for the tourists. Especially for day tourists from Brazil. It didn’t say in any guide book as well that you needed Pesos! Otherwise Sylvia would have known!
Anyway, all was forgotten once we started the tour. First a little walk up the green trail on which we saw lots of animals already.
At 13:15 we started our adventure on a kind of truck through the subtropical forest. Explanations about the flora and fauna and the amazing size of the park (67 hectare). And then we were finally on the boat to get near the falls.
We made two stops with the boat to take pictures and then we got really wet! We drove right into the water fall, at least it seemed so to us. Most of the times I couldn’t even see for too much water.
Then back on land we walked up a trail right near the ‘dos hermanas’ (two sisters).
By this time it was already after 3pm. We decided to forgo the upper trail along the ‘smaller’ falls and take the little train to the Garganta del Diabolo. And we made it just in time. Caught the last train to the Garganta. Once we arrived we went straight away to the boat for our ecological tour. We had been told to rush, since the boat would be leaving soon and would not wait. With it we would see the wildlife of the falls which is as species-rich as the Amazon (as far as we noticed).
At the boat we were told that the last raft would leave at 5pm. It was 1km to the Garganta and we had 35 minutes left. We really wanted to see it all. So Pedro and I started to run and Sylvia said she we would walk. We arrived there to take some beautiful pictures.
We ran again on the way back to the raft and were told that there would be another one after 5 due to a lot of other people. So there would have been no need for the rush anyway. By this time we were all profusely sweating. Not the best combination with the onset of the mosquito invasion.
Once we got on the raft and started moving it got better.
The rafting tour was uneventful at best. We saw a couple of birds and that was it. The cayman was not in its usual hiding place which was quite a disappointment for the tour guide.
At least there were lots of butterflies.
When we got off the raft, a small bus that looked like a train on wheels waited for us to bring us to the train station from which we took the train back to the main shopping area.
There we stayed for a bit to wait for Pedro to get his CD from the morning boat ride.
At the entrance the cab driver from the morning was waiting for us to bring us back to the hostel.
Of course he over-charged us, but it was just way more convenient and still ok for us.
Sylvia and Pedro decided to go the next day together to the San Ignacio Miní and were arranging a price with the cabbie for the transfer. He quoted an outrageous price, which they only realized when we were back.
We spent our last evening together eating some kind of pasta which has never heard of Italia and later Pedro and Sylvia checked for connections to San Ignacio and Posada. This turned out to be more difficult than expected due to lack of information online. In the end they decided on taking a cab to Porto Iguaçu on the Argentinian side and try their luck then at the bus station.
I had no such problems and was finishing the book ‘Gone Girl’ by Gillian Flynn and started with ‘Disgrace’ by J.M.Coetzee.