Iguazu & Brazil - water, hills, caipirinha, samba and football
A bus ride that felt like eternity through the plain and barren centre of Paraguay (by now I was grateful and happy we had not taken a bus into the country from Bolivia) and we found ourselves in Ciudad del Este on the border to both Brazil and Argentina, separated by the Rio Parana. While the city itself is a mere tax haven and (tech) shopping spot for Brazilians, a 20min taxi ride gets you across the border to (first) Brazil and then Argentina (the direct road to Argentina takes way longer and the drive through Brazil didn‘t require customs or passport control). Since we had missed the last bus to Argentina and it was already dark, we found a nice Argentinean couple to share the taxi with; unfortunately it was Saturday evening and there was a long queue at the Argentinean border, so we were glad we hadn‘t booked the Argentinean cooking class that same night (also one hour time difference between Paraguay and Brazil/Argentina didn‘t help) as we made it to the hotel in Puerto Iguazu on
