Sparky Travels

May 7, 2011


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I flew into Brazil on the 6th of May, 22 months since I’d left home and a week before the end of my travels. I’d chosen my hostel partly for the free airport pickup which saved hassle in a country where my minor grasp of Spanish was unhelpful. The second I arrived at the hostel I joined the dinner they laid on, a pasta-heavy chicken lasagne. Klein Hostel, my home for the night had a cosy atmosphere and a Playstation 3. I spent the evening challenging other guests to various games and drinking Skol beer.

I checked out the next day, left my bags there and made my way to the Foz do Iguazu’s ‘raison d’etre’ Iguazu Falls. This world famous attraction straddles the border between Brazil and Argentina and I began with a trip to the Brazilian side. Getting there wasn’t too difficult, catching a local bus (the first I’ve seen with a turnstile onboard) to the central bus station and then another to the Falls. The entry fee was pretty expensive (37 Reals) but the sight of the huge semi circular wall with countless waterfalls pouring over it was worth every penny.


A bus shuttle ran up through the park taking us from the visitor’s centre to the various viewpoints and excursions on offer. The first viewpoint was, unsurprisingly, very busy with tourists clamouring for their first snap of the falls. It was also populated by raccoon type creatures (Coati) hoping to steal food from the tourists. These Coati followed the flow of people down and along the wooden walkways snaking their way between numerous viewpoints. These paths all gave a good panoramic view of the Falls, the majority which are on the Argentinean side of the river.

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The next sector of platforms I reached led out over the river in front of the Devil’s Throat, the largest and most violent of the waterfalls. The spray of water caused by the 80m drop was immense, with many tourists dressed in ponchos jostling for position in front of it.



An elevator up to a viewing platform gave one more view before the obligatory restaurant and shops. I’d expected there to be a little more to it than there was, though I could have done a wee trek or an paid extra for an excursion if I’d had the time and inclination.


My various buses back to the hostel were out of synch and less frequent due to it being a Saturday so I missed the last bus across the border. Instead, after weighing up my options, I called a taxi, to take me to Argentina.

My very short time in Brazil made me realise that it was probably a good idea to give it a miss this time. Culturally and linguistically it is very different from the rest of S.America that I saw and really deserves a trip of its own.

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