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Slept well, woke early and enjoyed another satisfying breakfast at the hotel. Later today we will be sad to leave Argentina but excited to be crossing into Brazil. Argentina is a vast, diverse country and its people are proud and amicable. We hope to return someday. |
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We have been in a jungle since we landed in Puerto Iguazu on Tuesday. It is lush, green, quite humid and warm. We have seen quite a few coatamundis, lizards, monkeys, exotic birds, butterflies, strange insects, large spiders and worms. It has been raining on and off since we left Buenos Aires; in fact, the day we left BA (Tuesday, April 6) there was a terrible flood there in a district called La Plata where over 30 people died.
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At 10 am a taxi picked us up at the hotel to drive us across the border into Brazil. I wish we had gotten the young driver’s name – he was terrific. He took care of all of the paperwork at the border and when we arrived at the hotel in Foz do Iguacu in southern Brazil, we tried to pay him what the concierge at the Grand Crucero told us it would cost, but he corrected us and gave us back most of our Argentinian pesos. A truly honest person – we were going to pay him triple the amount that we actually ended up paying him and we never would have known the difference. We thanked him profusely, bid him farewell, and checked into Hotel Florenca, a large, clean, well-kept hotel/motel just a few kilometers north of the Argentina/Brazil/Paraguay border.
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We settled in and then caught a local bus south to a chocolate factory where we exchanged our Argentinian pesos for Brazilian reals, then we caught a local bus heading back north and we jumped off at the Iguacu National Park. Iguacu Falls actually crosses Argentina, Brazil and Paraguay. The two main parks are on the Argentinian and Brazilian sides.
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We spent the next couple of hours exploring the park and photographing the world-class Falls. We’ve never seen anything like Iguacu Falls. In the words of Eleanor Roosevelt, “Poor Niagra.” |
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Exhausted and wet, we caught another local bus back to the Hotel Florenca, where we rested until 6:30 pm when its restaurant opened. Carol ordered surubi again, grilled with vegetables, rice and mashed potatoes, all quite delicious. My spaghetti with oil and garlic was “different” but the Mendoza Malbec helped.
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By 9 pm we were fast asleep in order to be up by 6 am to catch our early flight to Rio de Janeiro.
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