Igua-Zoo
She came to us the very first night we spent here, in Puerto Iguazu, and stayed for five days. She came through our rooms window, as she probably done many times before, and we didn't chase her away as she was so soft and obedient. We let her sleep in the same bed as us and she did, for the whole five nights, purring like a tractor which, by the way, was very soothing.
On day four of our stay we finally went to see Iguazu falls from the Argentinean side. It should have happen sooner, but we kept oversleeping and the one day we didn't oversleep Shurik decided we'll go to the Brazilian consulate to get him a visa, and to the police station to get a report of a lost GPS for the insurance.
Iguazu itself was unquestionably cool. Two hundred seventy five different waterfalls crushing down eighty meters, including the Garganto del Diablo (Devil's Throut), that when you look at makes you feel like you are no longer standing with two feet firmly on the ground, but falling into the wet misty nothingness below over and over. After a while it looses its effect a bit, but for the first few minutes I found myself clenching onto the guard-rail even though there was absolutely no reason for it.
We walked all day, but by far this national park felt nothing like the once we've been to before. Paved little roads, trashcans on every corner, and benches complete with grandmas resting their feet. This was really what they call "A walk in the park". I really felt sorry for the animals though. Imagine somebody moves in and builds a concrete path through your living room, and then, when you try to run across it to the kitchen you are stunned by paparazzi clicking at you from every direction possible. The birds don't mind it much, it seems, they can just fly away, sky is the limit, and even poop on you from above if you pissed them off, but the poor Coaties, on their own four feet, sometimes find themselves with nowhere to go as the paparazzi circle closes in on them. I am ashamed to say I was one of such best-shot-seekers and now can't shake the look the poor animal has given us all while trying to find a crack in the wall to escape.
On day four of our stay we finally went to see Iguazu falls from the Argentinean side. It should have happen sooner, but we kept oversleeping and the one day we didn't oversleep Shurik decided we'll go to the Brazilian consulate to get him a visa, and to the police station to get a report of a lost GPS for the insurance.
Iguazu itself was unquestionably cool. Two hundred seventy five different waterfalls crushing down eighty meters, including the Garganto del Diablo (Devil's Throut), that when you look at makes you feel like you are no longer standing with two feet firmly on the ground, but falling into the wet misty nothingness below over and over. After a while it looses its effect a bit, but for the first few minutes I found myself clenching onto the guard-rail even though there was absolutely no reason for it.
We walked all day, but by far this national park felt nothing like the once we've been to before. Paved little roads, trashcans on every corner, and benches complete with grandmas resting their feet. This was really what they call "A walk in the park". I really felt sorry for the animals though. Imagine somebody moves in and builds a concrete path through your living room, and then, when you try to run across it to the kitchen you are stunned by paparazzi clicking at you from every direction possible. The birds don't mind it much, it seems, they can just fly away, sky is the limit, and even poop on you from above if you pissed them off, but the poor Coaties, on their own four feet, sometimes find themselves with nowhere to go as the paparazzi circle closes in on them. I am ashamed to say I was one of such best-shot-seekers and now can't shake the look the poor animal has given us all while trying to find a crack in the wall to escape.