We arrived in Foz Du Iguasu at around 6.50pm, but had missed all of the busses going across the border into Argentina and Puerto Iguasu. We got a taxi for $30 US, which stopped for us to get all of our stamps and also stopped so we could see the view from the bridge where Paraguay, Argentina and Brazil all meet. We got to the Mango Tree hostel a little after 7.15pm and were pleased to see it had a pool. We went for a stroll through town and had some food in a cafe. When we returned we met Claudia and Hans-Heindrich (such a German name). In the evening we had a couple of beers and played table tennis - our appetite was also whet by the photos of the steak they had eaten at the hostel earlier in the evening they were giants. We committed to a couple more beers, which in hindsight was definately a mistake seeing as each one was 1 litre, before hearding to bed!!

We had a bit of a lumbered start to the morning (this seems to be a theme on our trip). We got up around 10am (we had aimed for 7) took our laundry into town and got ready for a day at the falls. We arrived at the national park around 11.30 and paid the 15pd entrance fee. We had been told the best route to take at the hostel so started on the aptly named green trail. We saw a strange mini-capybara like animal en route and could start to hear the falls. We went on both the lower and upper trails which are like canopy walkways that take you over the waterfalls (there are 275 in total!!!) On the way we were greeted by a family of caotis who were not camera shy. As lunch time approached we made our way down to the boat station and headed across to the island. The plan was to eat lunch on the island and chill out on the small beach there but the weather had other ideas as the heavens opened. We stood next to one of the giant curtains of water, and apart from a token dip in the river we ate our lunch on a bench under a tree in the middle of the forest - always racing to eat the sandwich before it became sodden.

At 1.30pm we headed back across to the mainland and got on the speedboat - it was time to get wet (well again). The boat took you on a brief tour of the falls before we all to give a thumbs up and head straight into the a couple of the larger falls. It was great fun, but the spray was so strong it actually stung your face! After we had attempted to dry off we got the small train that takes you to the top of the Devils Throat and took the canopy walk like structure all the way across the river, stopping briefly to look at a giant catfish that seemed unawre of the 80m drop about 60m behind it!

The walkway takes you right over the Devils Throat and it feels like you are stood just above a black hole (only its white). The river just deletes itself infront of you and plunges into an abyss - its an awesome sight.

Back at the hostel we ordered the steak and having starved ourselves all day we were not disappointed. The steaks (or bricks of meat) were cooked on a BBQ. If you wanted it rare then it took 40m, for medium rare 1hr 15m and for medium 1hr 30m. They were about 2.5inches thick and as big as my face, and delicious! I think i could get used to this Argentian steak thing.

The next day we walked into town, found an internet cafe, ate eggy chips for lunch and swam all day in the pool. At 5.45pm we were due to get the bus to Buenos Aires. At 6.30pm we were still waiting and it seemed like it was the 2 bus drivers' first day at work - they didnt have a clue what was going on. Eventually, we were told to load our bags on, but even this to my amazement became a challenge with an unexpected surprise. As you hand over your bus ticket they put a sticker on your bag and matching sticker on your ticket so you claim the right luggage at the end of the journey. Unfortunately, the bus driver tore my sticker in half that was due to go on my ticket. Half was stuck to his fingers and after a couple of shakes of his hand and ended up stuck to him - his solution was to raise the sticker to his mouth, and rather than then unfold it and give it to me he simply ate it! I just hoped half a ticket would be enough because i had a feeling they wouldnt believe me 20 hours later when we arrive if i said the bus driver ate my ticket!

The bus was a semi-carma and was really nice, the seats reclined and were comfy and you even have dinner and breakfast provided for on the bus - its just like being on a long flight.

Harriet and I had a half hearted spanish lesson, and slept for most of the journey- next stop Buenos Aires!