The journey to Iguazu was long, but comfortable and we even arrived a little early, the journey was a mere 21 hours. We quickly found a place to stay called "Guembe Hostel". We were sucked into the guy's patter which was mainly football and the offer of 2 nights in a double room for only 75 pesos, which was almost half the price of the place over the road. After a nice parrilla (BBQ) meal of local meat we had an early night as we wanted to get to the falls early the following day. After getting up bright and early, we were asked by another guy in the hostel if we were checking out today. Ben said "no, we have already paid for tonight!" The guy then went on to explain that we had not, the room rate was actually 75 pesos per night (we had been told an incorrect price) and that he had booked our room out for tonight therefore we had to get out. The guy seemed willing to just throw us out, so eventually we had to move into a 4-bed dorm next door which was 50 pesos for the night, we reluctantly agreed as we just wanted to get to Iquazu falls.

Arriving at Iguazu falls we went to pay our entrance fee, after spending 10 minutes reading the noticeboard full of various prices we realised our price was right at the bottom of the list. "Foreign tourists = 40 pesos" almost 4 times the amount of Argentinians and the residents of Puerto Iguazu got it for free. After grumbling about being ripped off we went in to the park and found the kiosk to buy our boat ride tickets which lucky for us was not a "foreigners boat ride fee". Nonetheless we forked out another 300 pesos (£60). The trip was a 45 minute jeep ride through the jungle where there was more butterflies than we'd ever seen. Then we got on a speedboat and made our way down the Rio Iguazu going over countless rapids. After about 10 minutes, you could see the falls in the distance which were absolutely spectacular. They seemed so big and powerful and you could just hear the crashing of the water. When we arrived at the entrance to "The Devils Throat" the noise of the water was so loud and the falls were almost surrounding us. Then everyone was told to put all valuables and cameras away inside the waterproof bags as we were "going in". The boat then shot right into "The Devils Throat" (the middle of the falls) and we got absolutely soaked. The water drenched us, it was probably the only time we've ever loved been soaked so much, you didn't have a care in the4 world. Then with our passengers crying out "Uno mas" repeatedly, meaning "one more" the boat went back in, by this time we couldn't have possibly been more wet anyway. Then we got out of the boat and walked up to the top of the falls. At this point there was an amazing view of the whole falls and the sound was deafening, there was a beautiful big rainbow that stretched right from one side of the falls into the middle and right down to the bottom. We got more water splashed across us again as a small gust of wind took the water from the top of the falls rights onto everyone, wet again, after just drying off!

Then we headed home after a full day at the falls and got a quick change, the glad-rags on and headed out to Iguazu's small, but bustling night scene. We were pleasantly surprised by how busy the bars were, then realised it was Halloween as around 30 people came into the bar dressed up! There were very few tourists, mainly locals which we quite liked. Then Ben got rather drunk and we headed back to our dorm in the early hours. Where Lisa was kept awake all night by a snoring middle-aged man from Canada. The next day we were due to brave the busy bus to Paraguay!