Puerto de Iguazu and Iguazu Falls

The motto of my stay in Argentina is 'From the jungle to the jungle'. So, out of the city clothes and into the safari gear. Many travelers head to Patagonia from Buenos Aires. But I realized that Buenos Aires requires time, domestic flights in Argentina are expensive, and 13 days are clearly not enough to see much of Argentina. So, I decided to limit myself to another place. Back into the flight attendant costume and off to the north of Argentina, on the Brazilian and Paraguayan border. The bus ride would cost me 20 hours and one day. After an overnight trip, the next day is pretty much wasted.
A little advice from mom, for those who are traveling longer: Seeing as many things as possible is one thing, but arriving at a place is another. The feeling of constantly being on the move can be exhausting.
So, I headed to Puerto de Iguazu. This is where the action is. But one of the seven wonders of the natural world awaits here. The Iguazu Falls.
At the airport, it's best to go to the bus transfer counter. For 6.25 euros, you can take a minivan directly to the hostel. After the urban jungle, I traveled to the 'green hell'. And after almost one and a half months of avoiding insects, they were crawling and buzzing everywhere. Small spiders in bed and mosquitoes. Well, not really hell. For the two Swabians that I met at the hostel on the first evening, however, it was somehow hell. A little Brazil, insect, obscure figure, and anteater trauma. I have never met anyone who, in the face of a, admittedly, thick and large caterpillar, jumped in a hexagon. The two were very nice and contributed to my amusement on more than one occasion. I only say: Cojones! My dear gentlemen.
The next day, it was time to visit the Iguazu Falls. Attention: Take the public bus (Rio Uruguay) from the bus station. The round trip costs 7.5 euros, including refrigeration and admission to the national park, 25 euros (cash only). In the park, you can take the little train to the starting points of the walks. On the other hand, you can also walk. This saves you from waiting for a long time at the train stations.

It's best to go early in the morning. Otherwise, groups of pubescent students, up to 60 teenagers, push ahead of you. God knows it's no fun on the narrow paths.

First, we went to the Boca del Diabolo, the Devil's Gorge.

Then back to the intermediate station and along the Lower Trail.

This trip takes about five to six hours. The impressions are breathtaking and the energetic natural power of the water, which you perceive through your different senses, is immense. I found the 33-degree air temperature very pleasant, and I dealt with the mosquitoes with enough bug spray and my flip flops.
Rain was expected the next day. However, it's not so bad when it's warm. I used the short break in the rain to walk to the tri-border area and take a look at Brazil and Paraguay.

I spent the rest of the day with my feet up.

The next day, it was time to get back on the plane and return to Buenos Aires. Somehow, the pre-booked transfer that was supposed to pick me up from Aeroparque didn't work out. Well, the taxi was cheaper anyway.

I had one more night in Argentina because New Zealand is already waiting and the campervan is booked. Starting tomorrow, mom will always be way ahead of you.

In this sense: 'Let's do the timewarp again!'

Have Fun & Be Proud!!!

Your Jan/Mom