Okay, let's cut to the chase: you need to go to Iguassu Falls. It really is that simple. In fact, what are you doing still reading this drivel- open a new window and book a flight.

Go on.

Right, now that´s done...

Stunning beyond words.

We arrived on 26th, landing at Foz do Iguacu (airport on Brazillian side- the falls are divided between Brazil and Argentina [and Paraguay for a small bit] and B&A both have towns and airports to support the visitors) and we were met by a driver to take us to the hostel. Oh yeah- the reception on landing was fab- they had red carpets on the Tarmac at the foot of the plane steps and three men playing traditional tunes as we entere the terminal. Of course we assume this was all for us despite there also being a visiting dignatory-type and a glam blonde accompanied by full camera crew. But our reception just got better as we walking through to see a man proudly holding a sign 'ANDREW YAKMAN'. Lovely touch.

Anyhoo, he started driving us away and then said "... Of course the Brazillian side of the falls is just five minutes away- we could go there now". Remember that going to Iguassu (excuse mixed spelling- it depends which side of borrder you're on) has been a dream for Suzie for years and years and you won't be surprised that we said yes. Yep, we left everything we own in the boot of a car belonging to a man we had just met and smiled as he drove off, leaving us at the entrance to a national park. It made sense at the time.

So- stop waffling- the falls. They really are beyond words. The immense power of them is mind-blowing. Whether you look at them thinking 'that's pretty', 'wow isn't nature clever' or just 'oh my goodness the power- nature could crush me like an ant', it doesn't matter. It is totally amazing.

We are very lucky that the weather is glorious sunshine right now but that over the week before our arrival the rains were very heavy so the falls are at their fullest. Where sometimes they might be graceful and pretty, now they are just awesome, angry and powerful. In fact, Island St Martin, part of the Argentine national park is closed to visitors because... well because it doesn't really exist at the moment because it is so covered by waterfalls that aren't normally there.

Anyway, back to Brazil. We got to the park, got the shuttle though the park and off at the first chance to see the falls. Basically, the most spectacular, widest stretches of waterfall are in Argentina so you want to spend longer over there exploring... but that means the best view of all the falls together is from Brazil. And when Suzie saw that view, she was speechless. Grinning, unable to speak and crying gently. She was, it's fair to say, glad to be there. And Andrew loved it too- he had the advantage of lack of expectation.

The wildlife in the park is worth noting too. Just after seeing the falls for the first time an amazing, huge, beautiful butterfly landed on Andrew's shorts. This of course led to him standing in the middle of a path attempting to photograph his own ******. Classy.

In Brazil, you get to look at the falls and go on a walkway into the Devil's Thoat- the biggest and most famous of the falls. We donned pacamacs for this but, frankly, when water is attacking you from every direction with that amount of force, they really don't hack it.

And after all that we returned to meet our driver... who wasn't there. Okay, he was only 10 mins late but at the time we maybe felt a tad anxious (Andrew was rehearsing the conversation with the travel insurance people on his head- "so did the man STEAL your bags?" "well no, we sort of gave them to him...")

And we're staying in Argentina so it must be meat and wine for dinner. Went to a Parilla- meat bbqish place- and had a 'parilla libre', a sizzling hotplate of various meats which gets topped up with more meat on request. More blood sausage and chorizo please.

Time for a quick 'isn't the world weird' moment from A: I know this is stating the obvious, but the way the world is divided into countries is just weird. In the UK it's different- yes there are boders within the UK but the differences aren't THAT stark and when you do go to a completely different country you have to make a BIG TRIP on a plane etc. Here though, you have two towns, a couple of miles apart, both based around getting tourists to the same waterfalls but with different currencies, different languages, different time zones, different foods, different attitudes, different pace of life, different fashions even... It's just really really weird. This isn't meant as a geo-political-philosophical statement or anything (I mean, everyone here seems perfectly happy with the arrangement), just an observation.