Forever in Travel

Brazil has always been a place I’ve associated with colour, vibrancy and exoticism – certainly to a boring Brit like me.   Of course, churrascaria restaurants, caipirinha’s, samba, capoeira, beautiful beaches, exotic nature, rainforests, magnificent waterfalls, vibrant cities, and of course football have all given me a stereotype of Brazil that is generally very positive.   And so I and my travel buddy, Alex,  were looking forward to this part of the trip immensely. Perhaps we’d saved the best of our mini South American tour till last.  Now we just had to make it there in one piece from Paraguay.  

We reluctantly left Asuncion, this wonderful city stuck in a time-warp dripping with some kind of romantic nostalgia, and caught the 11am bus in the nick of time bound for Foz de Iguazu in Brazil. We arrived at the border at night. I hate arriving anywhere at night.  Especially with no idea about where we were, how to get to where we wanted to be, and how much a ‘fair’ price would be to get us there.   The bus dropped us off and left us at the mercy of the unmarked taxi drivers lurking ready to pick up the passengers.

We couldn’t negotiate with these guys – we tried, but they weren’t having any of it, and anyway, they were the only way of getting into town – and they knew it. So, for an extortionate fee, payable in US Dollars, we were taken through the border controls. Nobody checks when you leave Paraguay, so we had to tell the taxi driver to stop and let us go and get stamped out of Paraguay. Alex ran off to do that for me, leaving me with the bags and the hard-face driver who looked like life’s many battles had each etched themselves onto his face.  I talked to him in Spanish, which he understood, and I engaged him in a chat about football. His face softened, the frown lifted, and suddenly we were best friends. Football. I don’t know how many times a conversation about football has improved a deteriorating situation. The sinister, dark and quiet night suddenly became light and full of Samba from the car stereo. Alex came back and we headed to the Brazilian border, where the taxi driver cheerfully helped us fill in the immigration forms which were entirely in Portuguese. It was late, and nobody seemed to be staffing the checkpoint. We got through to Brazil with minimum fuss. We were here!

Foz De Iguazu didn’t really give us the warmest of welcomes to Brazil. Though it looked clean enough, it was a bit rough around the edges, It being a border town, after all. There’s always something lawless about border towns. Groups of young locals were cruising up and down the main street, Av Brasil, in souped up cars, the music – an aggressive reggaeton sound – blaring out, advertising and promoting their tastes and their cars proudly. It was a bit like the scene from Fast and Furious. We checked into a big, soulless tour-group hotel which had a room – a very big room – for a reasonable enough price. We were only staying the night – we had a hotel booked for the next night in Rio. We headed out into the night and strolled up and down the main street, passing some nice looking restaurants and bars. Alex needed an ATM, and we tried to find one open for ages but to no avail. When we did, for some reason we set an alarm off that could be heard from miles around. We’d only pushed the door to  get to the ATM machines a little bit. They had been locked, but not very securely. We hurried away, fearing our first night in Brazil would be spent in a police cell, and found a nice-looking alfresco restaurant set in a garden to hide away and have a bottle of beer and something to eat. The meal was terrible, but the beer, Brahma, was good. We gave up the night early and went to the petrol station to get some water. While we were in there, the police launched a ‘sting operation’ and rounded up gangs of youths on motorbikes and in cars who had gathered in the petrol station forecourt. They didn’t seem to have done anything wrong, and many of the youths had a ‘not again’ look on their faces. Alex and I strode purposefully back to the hotel. Though we were keen on sampling the local nightlife, we were also aware that tomorrow was going to be a long day. A morning around Iguazu Falls, an afternoon at the airport and a flight to Rio, and a Saturday night out in Rio.   We went to bed, and I could already see a glimpse of the waterfalls in my dreams.

We checked out and had a buffet breakfast, then got a bus that went to Parque National do Iguacu.  Handily, huge lockers are provided at the entrance to the falls, obviously for people in a hurry with places to go and little time to dawdle like Alex and I. In went our suitcases. Then we lined up to buy our tickets. As well as lockers, there are ATMs, souvenir shops, parking facilities….it’s incredibly well-organised. It felt like queuing up to get into a theme park, or maybe a zoo. Huge well-marked maps of the falls are everywhere. Designated paths have been built all around and wooden platforms. There’s no ‘off-piste’ here. It’s more like a theme-park attraction, with ice-cream stalls, toilets, restaurants and bars all around. I remembered visiting Angel Falls in Venezuela, a place so isolated it receives barely a trickle of the number of tourists Iguazu receives. Getting to Angel Falls requires an Indiana Jones style adventure of hiking, tractor rides, canoeing, climbing and more hiking. Nothing save a tiny wooden sign pointing the way in the jungle to tell you where you are. I like that. But then, Iguazu is much, much wider, and deserves to be appreciated by everyone. The Brazil side is the best – you see the falls head on. We got in and boarded the fun bus to the first stop, the ‘Trilha das Cataratas’ – the 1200m Waterfall trail, which follows the shore of the Iguacu river. You know you’re here because a loud recording on the bus announces it, and a huge sign at the bus stop has a map of it. You can hear the falls before you can see them. A distant roar that gets the hairs on the back of the neck standing up to attention.  Then I saw them, or some of them. They were quite far away, across the river, and the cascading water seemed frozen in time. It wasn’t just the huge number of massive falls as far as I could see that was impressive, it was the spectacular rain forest setting, that feeling of nature’s raw power and beauty. Alex had been here once before, and gazed at the falls with a distant look in his eyes. For him, there was no excitement, just a renewed appreciation perhaps. Various openings in the foliage along the trail offered more spectacular views, but the Chinese photography mafia were out in force today, and their 2 metre long lenses were being swung around dangerously, the whirring click of a hundred shots louder than the falls. “Move away” one of the more polite Chinese men commanded me as I was slouched over a railing taking in a wonderful rainbow that had suddenly sprung up from the river. “Move away”, he repeated. “You. Move away.” He didn’t need to demand again, his impatient family had already muscled in to my spot and clearly didn’t want a foreign presence in their photograph. I was not too perturbed.  Though the commands shouted at me sounded rude, the Chinese language does not accommodate the roundabout niceties of English, and thus the speakers of Chinese can appear direct, blunt, or even rude to those not accustomed to their way of using English, which simply reflects the linguistic conventions of Chinese.  I took a deep breath and marched ahead quickly so I’d get more time at another nice spot. Such is the problem with visiting a ‘famous’ place or a popular instagram spot – you’ll rarely get it to yourself -though I imagine if you stayed at the hotels around the park you would get the opportunity for some quiet time before the hordes arrived.    

At the end of the trail we came to the Garganta do Diablo, where a man-made walkway has been built right out into the river. An enterprising local was selling plastic macs to keep you dry – and doing a roaring trade. Alex and I just got wet. Drowned, actually. Here, in the middle of the river, is where you get up close to some of the most powerful falls, and the sheer volume of water and the speed of the current is breathtaking. Alex, trying hard to relive the glory days of his youth, asked me to take a photo of him recreating a picture he had taken in the same place 10 years ago – of him sitting on the railing, hands in the air. Dangerous, as one slip would mean certain death. I tried taking the photo, but alas the spray in the camera lens led to poor results, and unfortunately, like most things Alex did and places he visited on this trip, it seemed to fall short of his original experience. “Should never go back…” he muttered with a dry smile. The sun kept coming out and going back in, and whenever it came out, rainbows would appear, which brightened Alex up and made for some lovely scenes to photograph. We took the panoramic elevator to get views of the falls from above, which was nothing short of magnificent. I ran out of superlatives eventually, so kept quiet and just enjoyed the view.

As usual, time was against us. We had a flight to catch. We headed back to the entrance just a few hours after coming in, got a taxi to the airport, and hopped on a flight to Rio.  Our first day in Brazil had certainly set the bar high.  Waterfall ticked off, I now needed to work on the caipirinhas after a day like that.  

Take me away!

From the town of Foz do Iguazu you can do as we did -take the bus 120.

You can fly from several cities in Brazil.  Hotels and hostels will be able to help you plan.

Year round – but if you want to avoid the crowds, go from February to April, or July to October.  

Try the San Juan Eco hotel – it’s close to the airport, and you can book guided tours to the falls!

 

Bring a raincoat (NOT an umbrella!) -or you’ll need to buy one if you don’t want to get drenched!

Make sure you go to the falls as early as you can (the park opens at 9am) to avoid the crowds.

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