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Towards Rio ...

The Misadventures in some buses do not stop here! To take a bus to go to Rio on the Brazilian side of Iguazu. Obviously it's not as comfortable as the last, and indeed there is a little problem to the engine. In fact at some point we change bus directly, about seventy people to move luggage, legs and heads. NOT SO GOOD BUT COULD go '! In fact, after the Brazilian border, finance decides to stop and check the bus.

BUT NOT LIMITED TO THE BUS ......
They decide to check
:

ALL the bus;
ALL the people ALL
hand baggage;

and ...

ALL checked baggage!

More or less like this:

INTRUSION! Insolence! INVASION!

financier A big, the only one able to speak a bit 'of English, asks Jason if by any chance have drugs and weapons with them ...! He says no. I wonder if he lied? While a couple of hours pass while waiting for the checks end up, Derek, Yvette, Jason and I stand in the middle highway to play cards. I also take the sun in a bikini, just to make the expected useful!

But we, what have we done wrong?

Eventually the bus again. With us on the bus is now only Ernesto, a cute boy in Rio, all taken from utopian anarchism, veganism and Brazilian politics. The last hours talking with him go faster, and leaves us with the promise of a ride to the city with a few days later.

Rio arriviamooooooooooooooooooooooo!

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Iguazu, wild land.

One evening we depart from Buenos Aires. Our luck with the bus lines will never be huge ... In fact, our beautiful bus has only one flaw: the air conditioning does not work! Not that bother me (my companions meanwhile choke!), But we stopped in many places, and we arrive at the destination semi-destroyed. After a brief stop at the information, where the young ladies are adapted to the sites and explain everything with the slow pace of holiday places, we rush to leave everything in the hostel (equipped with a swimming pool) and we take a wild ride to head .... . .... yes in one place wild. A place inhabited by dangerous animals ... ..

... or at least unexpected from animals, green, and camouflage with the environment ...

But most are so many animals ... MORDANT by name unknown .... that populate these places never made to accommodate human civilization and have fun to remind us!

claw After we remember the human race is in fact a harmful race to the planet, we forget everything as soon as we hear his beastly roar. We drive faster on some ramps (as well as alligators and all other forms of life waters clothing) to the noise deafening, a little 'excited. Many people follow us to see the same thing ... always a bit 'at a distance, because it's getting too risky. Eventually we arrive at the top, and the roaring din do, moist air, chasing the wind, the colors mixed with each other. Yes because we are on top of the beautiful, noisy, wild waterfalls of Iguazu! This system of 700 waterfalls up to 70 meters, on the border between Argentina, Brazil and Paraguay, we admire the most impressive gorge: the Garganta del Diablo .

not happy with the view of the refreshing blasts of water that the wind slams on his face and happy that we welcome, we decided to explore the depths of nature in its rapids and on the bottom of the path. So we set off ... no, we do not launch below. We set off to go rafting down the rapids and emerges near the falls. At first everything seems quiet ....

... but not so long ago that we are already immersed in the waters wild and irreverent fund the largest waterfall. We go under one of smaller waterfalls, water droplets that appear to puncture and sink the boat, and then turn around to the waves formed by the violent clash of forces from above and below, and I feel like maybe I felt when I was born in the middle to extreme forces of dark and toss me back and forth, rejoicing at the thought of dying in those horrifying violent waters and beautiful. Here, the bold:

walks then follow one another in nature, the lush trees and sunshine. Who could imagine such a beautiful day? The fatigue of the journey is taken care of.

the evening we decided to go eat some 'fresh fish, on the advice of the owner of the hostel, a blonde and plump, plain but nice. We enter a restaurant that looks like all the other outside, but inside is just chic. Waiters kept in elegant welcome us with Sauvignon wine (with prices that Argentina enjoyed with more flavor) and succulent dishes of freshwater fish, the Surubi.

The waitress is so sincere in three sentences that can show which of us seems older and younger people (in this case will be Yvette taken multiple times for minor, especially by plane), while Jason seems bigger than her age as compared to the "old man" Derek! Then I ask if, since we eat fish, the river is clean. She candidly says no ... Long live the sincerity! In any case, we enjoy the fish. Still this is better than the most poisonous in the coming years, sic!

The next day the boys and I decide to check out the jungle and feel a bit 'Tarzan. I attack on a liana, realizing my simian origin.

But mostly I find that the rope is not that depicted by the Tarzan movies, that seems to grow from a silly and serves hominids to jump from one tree to another (though I admit that I really want to experience the thrill! AAAUUUU!), but are plants that grow from the bottom and are of trees to climb towards the light. Then they intertwine with each other and with the trees forming a good motorway network for animals that move in the trees! Some can withstand human weight, but those films are cut, then killed him! What harm, the human being ...

proceed around in a militarized zone, since all the rivers are on a border where there is risk of buying illegal drugs and more. This is above the Parana River, which demarcates the border between Argentina and Paraguay. It seems that in these waters are hardened and hungry piranha bypass ... and a Paraguayan tribe which performs the daily rituals on the bed of the river front. Nothing concrete buildings, no skyscrapers, no artificiality. This is life! But the adventure had only just begun ... Do you really believe that we would not have imitated Tarzan?

After canooping, flying over the trees attached to a wire (much like in the picture)

... there is a waterfall in the trees .. . and decide to make a bit 'of rappeling. Beautiful waterfall!

For those curious as to what the rappeling ... here is a home movie with the skiing performance of Derek , and his little pirouette while trying to avoid passing through the waterfall with his shoes and shorts ha ha!

short, Iguazu is an oasis of nature and beauty. A pause for contemplation before the Brazilian cities of Rio first adventure.

Swiss Army Men's Bathing Suits

The next day we end up in the bustling district of San Telmo . San Telmo is another area where they appear on every corner couples who cling to the rhythm of the tango, but Argentina is another passion of salsa, and during the Sunday flea market (the market is most beautiful in the world!) overlap also samba, swing, jazz and all music that one can imagine .. on the road.

Burattini, complex music, small ideas (like my new bracelet-fork), antiques of all kinds (useful and useless!), who smoke like chimneys incense, colorful puppets and objects invade the streets.

fresh orange juices are irresistiBBoli, sublime, exaggerated! I can still taste the fresh orange density ... mmm!

Jason finds even his tango dancer ... ;)

It 'really different than any other market! Finally stumbled craft in a little bar where they serve the national drink of Argentina: the mate. It is drunk with bombilla from a cup made of wood and decorated inside and outside at will. The procedure for preparing the cup duty for first time use for 24 hours. Then you choose the yerba mate, which has a very particular taste, similar to tea at the same time different. .. Then someone will comment that really is like eating grass .. and if you move bombilla, not sucking anything!

Important is like pouring water (on bombilla, placed in a diagonal) and how to drink, paying attention to the ritual of the maté to the next step.

In the streets, meanwhile, are insistent rhythms of samba, and a horde of people start to dance along and ahead of the set of drums. The percussionists make a tour of the streets surrounded by asses and vibrant ancheggianti .. including my course! Derek also launches into a wild dance group.

Music and dance are shaking Buenos Aires and the Argentine people walking on the ground can not help but be dragged into the furore general. The final effect is a kind of euphoria mixed with madness: the individual imagines a paradise of forbidden fruit, dance and Dionysian warmth ... and be enchanted. More or less like this:

the evening we stopped at Dorrego Square, where an immense crowd rushes to observe professional couples and not to dance the tango and salsa. Other Singaporean met by chance in addition to the gang (it seems that there are only Singaporean around, what happens?), And so we make ourselves comfortable to observe the wild dancing in the streets.

A Colombian teach me some dance steps, making me happy. They are lobbying, listen to the other, and let the man directing the woman in the dance. This, at least, is the beginning, before they begin strips, kicks and punches with sharp heels and acrobatic choreography! The square is full of young people, children and old people. All generations are present to observe the general gaiety, which is poured out like a big wave of energy among all present. So greeting Buenos Aires!