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May 1, 2012 - Iguassu Falls

Ok, have arrived at Iguassu Falls & I don't think words can truly explain their beauty or force... I would have posted a couple of videos, but my camera doesn't store them in the right format, anyhow imagine the sound of 5 or six trains coming quickly past you all at the same time... that is something similar to the noise right next to some of the falls. We have spent the last 2 days at the falls, crossing between Argentina & Brazil, the good old passport has had quite a beating these last two nights. I guess I should also mention the group...

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May 16, 2010 - Excitement at Iguassu Falls . . .

Quite simply - it's hard to imagine there's this much water in the world. And most of it hit us today. Firstly to yesterday - our adventure into beautiful Iguassu started 15 May - good flight with LAN, we were amused with a "kiss-fest" happening between the cabin crew, tech crew and any groundstaff who wandered on board whilst we were preparing to leave. Argentina - land of kisses and smiles! We arrived in Puerto Iguassu just in time to check into our hotel (fantastic views of the falls from the room), grab a quick lunch and then head off...

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Jun 2, 2008 - Puerto Iguazu

Mit dem Bus machen wir uns heute auf den Weg nach Puerto Iguazu, an der Grenze zu Brasilien, aber vor allem neben den Iguassufaellen, die wir natuerlich noch besichtigen werden. Die Fahrt geht durch Urwald auf roter Erde, jedenfalls finden wir, das das hier schon ziemlich wild ist. Wahrscheinlich zivilisiert im Vergleich zum Amazonas, da es hier noch alle halbe Stunde ein Dorf gibt, die wir natuerlich auch alle anfahren. Ist trotzdem interessant, sich das Landleben hier anzusehen. Mittags erreichen wir Puerto I, suchen und finden ein...

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Jul 27, 1989 - Iguassu Falls

THURSDAY 27th JULY We met at eight o'clock as planned, There were just the three of us on the tour, and our jolly guide, whose name I never found out. After thirty minutes we arrived at the Argentinian border, and "Jolly" confidently hopped out of the bus, passenger list in hand. A moment later he was back asking for my passport. Then the lady border guard was looking at my passport and shaking her head. Jolly argued and persuaded, but she would not budge. He waved his arms and stamped his feet and refused to move away, even when she turned...

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