Operation Keep Dry

First things first. I'm not dead. There was no bomb, but my flight was delayed almost 2 hours.

This is day one of my trip to Iguazu Falls. I splurged on an 1 1/2 hour plane ride instead of an 18-hour bus ride. Not only did I not want to sit on a bus longer than it took me to fly to Buenos Aires, but the view from the plane of the falls was enough to convince me that no one, however, poor should take the bus here. Even though we were descending and the fasten seat belt sign was on, EVERYONE was on their feet, leaning over strangers to catch a glimpse. It was amazing. And then I saw them from the ground. I walked into the lobby of my second splurge, the pricey Sheraton that is actually within the national park here. You can see the falls from the lobby. From that distance they are breathtaking. The next peak I got of them was from the water. I got the last ticket for the last river tour of the day thanks to a very sweet taxi driver who kept talking to me in English even though I told him I wanted to practice my espanol.

I wore my lightest clothes, skipped socks, and headed down to the meeting point. Everyone was wearing ponchos but I thought "what's a little water." Luckily I stole a used poncho out of the trash when other groups were exiting because I was sitting on the right side of the boat which was the closest to the falls. Between the spray from the falls and all the water on my glasses, I couldn't see a thing, but it was still exciting.

And the boats get closer than this.


I can't fix the position of this photo on this bare-bones Windows machine in the hotel lobby. I'm a bit soaked.

This was from the walk back to the hotel.