Our hop across the border from Argentina into Brazil turned out to be a bit more of a chore than either of us had envisaged. We caught a bus as planned and it dropped us at the border where we got our Brazilian stamps in our passport. We then endured a long wait for the next bus which proceeded to drop us close to the border with Paraguay, miles away from where we wanted to be. No map, no currency, no banks and no idea where we were, we had to jump into a taxi to take us to our hostel. Foz itself is not a very attractive town. In sharp comparison with Puerto Iguazu it is a large, sprawling, modern city and we seriously misjudged its size.

After checking in a tour hostel we made up some time as a nice man who did the airport transfers for the hostel dropped us off at the Iguacu National Park 20 kms away.

The Brazilian side of the falls also has a ´Disney´ feel to it with more activities (although not on the water) and less trails along the waterfalls. There is a 1.5km cliffside trail running alongside the falls which offered breathtaking photo opportunities and allowing us to appreciate the scale of the show. The Iguazu Falls are unquestionably one of the greatest natural phenomenon that either us has ever seen. The Rio Iguazu plunges over an 80m high Cliff in 275 separate waterfalls that extend nearly 3kms. The trail ends by coming perilously close to the ferocious Garganta del Diablo, the most impressive individual fall, where we again got a soaking!
We were so happy to have seen both sides of the falls and to properly appreciate them, it is essential to visit both sides to get the different perspectives: up close on the Argentinian side and panoramic on the Brazilian.

In the evening it was BBQ night at the hostel where we chatted with other travellers about our experiences at the falls and in South America generally.