I ended up going out last night with a 50 year old Dutch guy named Haus I met on the bus.
We had a beer at the hostel (cheap, local beer at the hostel was less than $1 each) then strolled around to explore the city. My expectations were that it would be a small tourist town, but in actuality it was a small city. It isn’t the nicest city either, kind of run down.
Anyway, we ended up downtown and sat down to have another beer. A live band came on playing local music, it was a great experience. So naturally, we got another beer, then ended up getting pizza. This place was fairly “high class” for the area and the total bill came to only $15 for four beers and a really good pizza. Really varying prices around here though because today I got a sandwich for $10 US.
After that, Haus went to bed and I went out to meet with a couple Australians and some French people at another hostel.
Having a good buzz going, I was in search for Bambu. I got some directions, this place was in the middle of no where. Finally I got there and found out that I had gotten directions to Bambu restaurant. Armed with some new directions, I finally arrived at Bambu hostel.
I got a giant rum and coke for us $8 and hung out there. I had to wake up for 7am to head to Foz do Iguacu (Iguacu falls on the Brazilian side) with my new 50 year old friend Haus so I headed back to the hostel.
I thought I got lost on the walk home for a while when I was really just around the corner. I saw a Shell station I recognized and found my way back. I was a little sketched out being lost and like I said it was a little sketchy so it felt good to be back in the hostel.
I woke up at 7am, with a slight hangover and only 4 hours of sleep. We strolled over to the bus station after a brief breakfast at the hostel of shitty toast and a half portion of frosted flakes and caught our bus Cruceron Del Norte to Iguacu Falls. We were told we would need about a half a day there.
(Cruceron Del Norte)
The bus was 50 Pesos. It was about 15 minutes before we reached customs, had to exit the bus and get our passports stamped, then re-entered the bus. Another 15 minutes later and we arrived. All together it took about an hour, of which I slept every possible minute.
Once we arrived at Foz do Iguacu, we paid our 140 Peso entry fee and got in line for a shuttle bus. The busses were all custom painted all differently.
The park was extremely touristy and a turn off for me. The day was overcast until late into the afternoon, but the falls were impressive. We were constantly getting shoved around or trying to squeeze past people. The path was paved with handrails with a few different places to take pictures etc.
There was an elevator (of course with a line) to get to a high viewpoint.) The view here was the best, and we took some photos.
I am not sure what this animal was (anteater or something?) But they had zero fear of humans as you can see. He was just kicking back around the park.
Haus was getting on my nerves, I was tired, hot, and cranky. I wanted to get back but he was obsessing over pictures, and wanted to return to the falls since the sun was out. I told him I was going back and we could meet up later.
I got some icecream (awesome) and met some people in the pool at the hostel. I couldn’t communicate well with them, some from Israel and some from Spain? So I bailed. Haus returned and wanted to get icecream so I got more icecream.
After packing, I passed out of the night, I was so beat.