Foz do Iguassu

Iguazu Falls Part 2: Foz do Iguaçu, When Soccer Beat Out the Birds

Day 3 in Iguazu Falls was back in Brazil. A helpful tip: if you’re going from the Argentina side to stay in the Brazilian side, the bus straight to the Brazil falls will take you half as much time as crossing the border yourself. It costs a bit more than taking the local bus between the two towns and then taking the bus to the falls, but if you can swing it the efficiency is great. The driver stopped at both passport stations and even escorted us to get both stamps. I was out of one country and at the falls of the next in 45 minutes.

Now I know I didn’t get the full experience of the Argentina side, but I’m not sure it would have mattered. The Brazilian side was my favorite. I’m not sure why people say Argentina is better; maybe they like the walking through the jungle experience? To me, the view you get from the Brazil side is hands down the best way to see the falls. And I’m not the only one who thought so, my new falls travel buddy Hugo (French solo guy this time) agreed with me.

The whole experience is shorter and a little more touristy: after entering the Parque Nacional Do Iguaçu, a bus takes you up to a path that runs along the top of the riverbank, and you just casually stroll to different viewpoints. It takes maybe 2 hours. But the payoff is epic.

From this side, I saw the entirety of Iguazu Falls. The part we saw in Argentina was only a fraction of the whole system of waterfalls. On this walk, every time I turned a corner my jaw dropped again. The scale is unbelievable. It is impossible to not look at it, and takes a lot of self-convincing to keep moving along. And then once you do keep walking, the next place you stop it’s the same all over again: awe, lots of staring, and making yourself keep going.

When the trail ends is definitely the highlight. Unfortunately I didn’t get to go onto the platform that would have probably been the best part of the whole trip (there was damage from the flooding on this side too), but I still got to be right next to a crazy big drop at a plateau level, before it dropped again to the bottom level. This view was beyond words. Then we took an elevator up to a final viewpoint and it was still too incredible to know what to say. I’m sure I sound like a blabbering idiot but all I could do was stare. I didn’t even have thoughts to describe it at the time.

This is why the Brazilian side was, for me, the ultimate Iguazu Falls view.

And then I ran to see the end of the first half of Brazil vs. Chile. The restaurant at the top was packed with everyone watching, so when halftime hit, Hugo, another friend and I jumped on a bus back down to the entrance. We watched the second half with a huge group of tourists and park employees. Everyone was so into it; every time Brazil almost scored everyone let out loud expressions of hope followed by disappointment, and by the time overtime was on we were all stuck there.

Next to the falls there is Parque das Aves – a bird park – that is supposed to be phenomenal. Hundreds of different bird species that are all beautiful and most of which I’ve never seen before. I meant to go here. Then the World Cup happened. As the game went into overtime I had a choice to make: see what happens, or go see birds. I’m not gonna lie, the cost of another park entry definitely factored into this decision. I knew I was going to bleed money in Rio so saving wherever I could made a difference. But also watching Brazil play such a close game while in Brazil was just too intense to leave. So soccer won, and I got to watch the most exciting PK’s I’ve seen during the games. Sorry birds, next time.

After the game was over, I went to the hostel I was staying at just for the night before my morning flight to Rio. This time I meant to be antisocial, just write some blog posts and get a good night sleep. Then I was put in a room with two girls from California who asked if I wanted to also have some wine. Two bottles of wine and Ratatouille on TV in English, and suddenly a group of us were cramped around a single couch in the common room. Oh well, productivity will have to wait.

And it has waited, obviously, because then I got to Rio and disappeared from blogging. I’ve been here a week already and I have so much to write about it will be hard to know where to start. It’s been incredible so far, so expect lots of gushing posts about this great city soon.

But for now, I’ll end this with a few videos of the crazy rushing water:




All Modes of Transportation End in Argentina

I’m in Argentina!

I had a few days to kill between Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro, and instead of visiting one of the beach towns between the two cities I decided to give nature a few days and go to one of my top locations right away – Iguazu Falls. And man was it a full day of transportation to get here.

This morning I left my hostel in SP at 10 am and got on the Metro. Took the green line, switched to the yellow line, then to the red line. Got out and got on a bus to the airport. 1:45 travel time so far. R$7.50

Then I flew from Sao Paulo to Foz do Iguassu, Brasil. 1:30 flight.

I landed in Foz and jumped on the bus #120 into the center of town, got off and immediately got on the first bus I saw marked ARGENTINA. I got lucky – this bus left immediately after I got on. I would’ve had to wait a while for the next one. 45 min, R$2.85.

Then the ARGENTINA bus took us to the border of Brazil and dropped us off. And drove away. The driver gave us a little receipt saying we had already paid, and we were on our own to go get our passports stamped for exit from Brazil. 20 min, R$4.

The tiny little immigration office was probably the most informal border crossing I’ve ever been through, but no less official. Good thing the immigration officer in the Sao Paulo airport told me to hold onto that customs form; they asked for it when they stamped my passport here to exit. As soon as I got my exit stamp, it was back to the bus stop to wait for the next bus to come pick us up on its way to Argentina.

It came and the 5 of us who had gotten off the previous bus and were now in this crazy border crossing adventure together jumped on. 5 minutes later and we were at the Argentina border. Back off the bus, into immigration, which ran like a quick service ticket counter, and 30 seconds later I have a stamp to get into Argentina. Through the shoddiest security screening I’ve ever seen, and I’m back on the bus. At least this bus waited for all of us. No extra cost.

After a winding tour through Puerto Iguazu, we made it to the main bus station in the center of town. 15 minutes.

Just a short half a block walk and I’m at my hostel Mango Chill. And boy is it chill. There’s a BBQ dinner every night (for extra), and the chef is a bit of a DJ so it sounds like a club out where he’s cooking. There’s a small pool in the backyard and tomorrow at 4 there’s a yoga class, included in the price of the room. I even got a free welcome beer (Budweiser, he knew I’m from the US).

What a crazy day of travel. I’ve never done a border crossing like this before. It took a lot of blind trust and a little comfort in other people with backpacks doing the same thing. The email confirming my hostel had directions so I wrote those down and just set off, assuming I’d know what TTU was when I saw it and that the bus labeled ARGENTINA would actually be that obvious. In the end, it worked out.

The funny thing about doing a crossing like this is that there were 4 other people doing the same thing, but we weren’t all traveling together. It ended up being me, a Brit, two Belgians, and an Argentinian. We didn’t talk while doing it, but we would all look around once in a while to make sure that everyone was still doing the same thing. If one of us had strayed, the rest would have questioned what we were doing. Even without speaking, we knew we were all in this together.

So tonight I enjoy Argentinian BBQ at the hostel, and tomorrow it’s off to explore the falls. 100% chance of thunderstorms. Oh joy.