Puerto Iguazu Travel Blog› entry 13 of 15 › view all entries
After yet another 20 hour bus ride I arrived in Puerto Iguazu. Unlike the previous bus ride's I had experienced in Argentina this bus was quite torturous. Not so much because of the bus itself, but rather the other people on the bus. While I was sitting waiting for my bus in the terminal a young American girl from Indiana asked me if I spoke english and wanted some help finding her bus. I was happy enough to help out, however I didn't realize that I was now entering into a multiple day relationship with a moron. Think John Candy in Planes, Trains and Automobilies. This girl was dumb as hell, not only asking the normal questions like "Is it like, really cold in Canada?" or just plain dumb statements like "this is a really big bus.
Once we arrived at abour 9am, I discovered we were both heading to the same hostel in the small town on the Argentinian side of the waterfalls. My mentally challenged friend latched on to me and we took the bus to the hostel. After checking it, while making abundantly clear to the staff that I was not traveling with this girl, I had a shower, breakfast and tried to figure out how to get to the falls from the hostel. About an hour or so after arriving I was back on the bus to the Iguazu Falls National Park.
Part of traveling is hearing all about where other people have been and their experiences in these places.
The highlight of the entire park, at least from the Argentine side, would have to be the "Devil's Throat". This is an area about 2 kms up the river and also the beginning of the waterfalls themselves. You walk out on the same metal trail/gangplank about 1 km into the river. This means that if it were to collapse, you are in big trouble. This actually did happen in the 90's some time, as you can see the wreckage from the floods. Anyways, walking out over the calm looking river is quite enjoyable in itself, with plenty of birds flying around. About half way out you can see a rising cloud of mist and it looks almost like the world is falling away.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and night sitting around the hostel. The hostel was amazing, probably one of the nicest I have seen in South America, which is saying a lot as the hostels have been great down here. Apparently the hostel used to be a casino and is huge, but not without character and warmth.