We decided to stay on the Argentinian side of the Iguaçu falls, because the town is smaller, and pretty much anywhere in South America is cheaper than Brasil. We arrive in the afternoon, and as soon as we stepped off the bus we were accosted by people trying to get us to stay at their hostel. Thankfully I don’t speak Spanish, and so I can just stand there and let Alecia figure everything out. We settled on Luis’ place, and trundle off. We dumped our stuff in our room and headed out to have the best pizza I’ve had in a while. The next day we headed out to the Falls. The Argentinian side of the falls has a heap of infrastructure at the top of the park. There are restaurants, souvenir shops, snack bars, souvenir shops, toilets, souvenir shops, information stands, souvenir shops, etc. As we walked along the main path at the park we were harassed by people trying to sell us additional tours.
We caught a train down to the start of the main tracks and started walking towards the falls. On one of the tracksa pack of voracious coati tried to mug Alecia for her camera, but I managed to frighten them aware. We didn’t see any reptiles, as the day was overcast.
The falls themselves are big. Actually, big is an understatement. They’re massive. But I reckon they could be bigger. People always expect more for their dollar (or peso) now. A few sticks of dynamite and the Iguaçu Falls could be the Iguaçu Torrents. But that’s just my humble opinion.
We stayed one more night in Puerto Iguaçu before catching a bus to Foz do Iguaçu (Brasil), and then another bus for the 12 hour ride to Campo Grande – gateway to the Pantanal.