We arrived in Puerto Iguazu around about 6.30am and went looking for a cafe to have breakfast. Also we had to find a bag shop as my little daypack burst spilling its contents on the street including all my postcards and Gabe's cards (she'd given me hers to post). However we managed to retrieve everything and buy a new bag. We had toast and coffee in a little cafe and then got a bus to Brazil. We had to pass through Argentina customs but not Brazilian customs. However we did have to stop before the border and wipe pur feet on some red mats (I don't know exactly why?). Maybe Brazil likes your shoes to be nice and clean "wipe your feet before you enter". The bus took us to the town of Foz do Iguacu. We got off at th station and tried to find the HI hostel reception as there is a great hostel in the lush countryside nearby. Noble who I met in Bolivia recommended it so we went searching. However we realised we couldn't enter the bus station as we had to pay a fee and we have no Brazilian money. We walked around and found an ATM in a supermarket. Once inside the terminal we spoke to tourist information who thankfully spoke English as our Portuguese is non-existent and our faint hope that Spanish would be similar enough to use didn't happen. Portuguese is very different, there are some similar phrases like hola but most of the language is different. She told us to get on a bus which took us to Paudemar Campestre (the hostel). We were impressed by the hostel: lots of hammocks, tropical gardens, swimming pool, huge football pitch and a nice little bar selling great caiprinhas! We sat in the restaurant and had fried chicken and chips with a free caiprinha. We sipped our drink and watched Ukraine destroy poor Saudi Arabia. We then got the bus to the Iguacu national park where the spectacular falls are. We arrived at the park and got on a park bus which took us near to the falls. We then walked along the nature trail although the only animals we saw were racoons. There are loads of them and they seem to have prospered eating food given to them by tourists. We walked along the trail and finally reached the falls which are impressive but not quite as incredible as the Lonely Planet makes out. If you've seen Niagra Falls (I have) then it's not that special. I mean don't get me wrong it's a magnificent sight but just seems to have been overhyped. We walked along the concrete pontoon and looked at the Devil's throat which lies closer to the Argentinian side of the falls. We got the bus back to the centre after shaking the hand of the statue of the man who commercialised the falls. Apparently it's good luck. We got off the bus near our hostel and a car stopped. The guy asked us if we were going to Paudemar. We said we were and he gave us a lift. It turned out he was the owner of the hostel and he invited us to play football with him later. He loves playing football with people from all over the world he told us. We played football with the owner (in his 50s) some Germans, South Africans and English. It was good fun and I felt super fit having just come from altitude. However when it started to get dark the game became a farce as nobody could see their own players to pass the ball to. It was good although a bit unfair as the owner wore his nice football boots and everyone else was bare foot. At the end of the match we were exhausted and our feet were sore from stepping on branches and jaggy bits of grass. We had some good hot showers and then went to the dinner hall for a buffet meal. However it was really stodgy plain food like cassava, yucca, potatoes and beans. We chatted to two Brazilians during dinner and then had drinks with two Irish guys who are in our dorm. We sat in the bar chatting although we were accosted by an English/Australian girl who was totally pissed. She kept repeating and slurring her words. She kept reading my t-shirt aloud: "My momma's not rich, no my daddy's not rich...I can't read it, why?". Hmmm...maybe because you've had one caiprinha too many now go to bed. Thankfully she went off and chatted to the South Africans who were racist...surprise surprise. I went to bed but Mark pulled the psycho pom before realising she was drunk and clinically insane.