Iguazu Falls

As anyone who travels public transport in any country knows only too well, it has a habit of trying up a fair few, lets say, colorful characters (the Cork - Dublin train being a particular magnet for random fruitcakes). Nothing, however, could have prepared us for the freakshow on the 23hr bus from Angra to Foz de Iguazu, via Sao Paulo. It was like a never ending scene from One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, it was bananas, I mean there was a serious want in some of these people, who conveniently enough, all seemed to be seated in our immediate vicinity. Cue, the longest, loudest, most irritating and painful journey of our lives. I dont want to dwell on it too much as the memories will come flooding back. I´ve never seen either of us so close to self destructing. The fact it was a bog standard Semi Cama bus didnt help (we´ve become serious bus snobs, Super Cama all the way since that journey).
The Falls were pretty spectacular in any event, as expected. The first day it was p#ssing rain again so visibilty wasnt great but it was still a great sight. We were on the Brazilain side which gets the far off panoramic view of the Falls. After the first day the two of us began to feel pretty crap and this ended up lasting for almost a week. As a result, we just about made it to the Argentine side the following day and only stayed for a couple of hours. On that side you could literally walk to the edge of all the Falls so you really got to appreciate the sheer force of them. The few nights spent in Foz de Iguazu and Puerto Iguazu didnt happen for us so not much else to report from the 3 days there except that the towns themselves surprised us, because both were such kips. We thought that with a major tourist attraction on the doorstep they´d be nice but no, definitely not. We stayed the extra night of the Argentine side rather than get the hell out of there for one reason and one reason only, to get on a Super Cama bus.