The epic falls. In spanish: “cataratas” not “cascada” (the word more often used for a little waterfall) I now know after asking for directions to the little waterfall. A catarata is also a cataract. A bit strange, but I guess I did struggle to see much other that white when our speed boat bounced into the froth of the Devil’s Throat.
We decided to stay in Puerto Iguazu on the Argentinian side rather than Foz on the Brazilian side as the former is very much smaller, which seemed less stressful. We got a night bus to foz, then were told by a nice lady that to cross the boarder we needed to get a public bus to the center, and then a collectivo across. The first collective would leave you at customs where you just wait for the next one.
We waited at the bus stop for about 15 minutes, then agreed with a taxi driver to take us across for £20.
The boarder crossing with our own private chauffer was very simple – Brazil stamped us out without fuss even though Ollie had chucked his exit card in the bin in Rio. With the volume of crossings, Iguazu is probably the place to cross with no exit card.
We dumped our bags and made our way to the cataratas via bus.
It was super hot and humid, Ollie was a bit poorly, and we were both knakered from our bus ride but the view was still incredible. The speed boat trip that takes you right into the waterfalls soon woke us up anyway.