Aesthetic overload

Early start with our trusty guide Hector to tour the Brazilian side of the Iguazu Falls. Hector is a font of knowledge, none of which he feels obliged to share with us. We figure he is the strong silent type, not particularly strong but makes it up by being extremely silent. Anyway at least he is a reasonably competent driver and gets us to our destination. There are a few hiccups crossing the Brazilian border, including the compulsory national haircut; unfortunately I forgot to bring along my working with children document as well as my most recent primary school report card, while Robyn forgot the original copy of her paternal grandmother's birth certificate, however with the judicious use of bribes of copious US dollars we managed to cross the border.
We hop on a bus then walk along a pathway with stunning views of large volumes of water flowing over high cliffs and then onto a boardwalk where we seem to receive the full force of water onto our faces and our clothing.

Coati for Ella

Butterflies for Ella

Then we have the exhilarating boat ride up to the waterfall face, where our recently dried out clothes are once again drenched- a lot of fun. We are greeted back at the wharf by Hector, the master of the single entendre with "you got wet". Other little bon mots he uses include:"well here we are" and "it is  raining"-a real wordsmith.

We leave Brazil but are delayed because I have lost the copy of my great aunt's HIV report.
We spend the afternoon doing the lower falls walk which includes(you may have guessed it) getting drenched under a waterfall.

In the evening we take a taxi into town in order to avoid the shitty expensive Sheraton restaurant.