Thursday, April 3, 2008

Are you wet enough?




Pic of hostel pool at 12 bucks a night and Igauzu Falls

This blog is dedicated to Vanessa...she knows why.

Sara and I woke up in the bright early am to catch a flight from the local airport in BA to Igauzu Falls. Igauzu Falls are supposedly 10 times the size of Niagra that border Brazil and Argentina.

Upon Andreas´ recommendation we are staying in Hostel. Its the Hostel-Inn, and its more like a resort in Bali. Crazy large, clean pool with palm trees, terrace complete with lounging area with constant moderen discoteque music. People of all ages and all over the world and at 12 bucks a night who is complaining except I didn´t bing a lock or a towel.

Anyway, the falls are amazing. We did the water tour and wound up completely drenched. Next to me were four college seniors or shall I say obnoxious seniors who went to midwest schools, but from LA and of course one was from the University of Michigan. Note that aviator Ray Ban glasses are back in from when I was in college almost 20 years ago, note I hated them then and now.

Here is how I begin the discussion with my new boy friend. He took an 18 hour bus here so I asked him how it was,¨well I had a lot of xanax¨. Oh so can you get Xanax without a prescription, he proceeds to tell me how to work the system which I won´t go into details here. But the best comment came after we were drenched a million times,"are you wet enough?¨ Blast of laughter comes from friends... "I am taking you back to your college days...wet enough?....ha haha." Note, I didn´t tell him my eggs were rotting, maybe the "I am old enough to have given birth to you line..."

Anyway, besides a plethora of rainbows amongst the falls, we stumbled upon an alligator. To my dissapointment, we hardly saw any wildlife in the park. I think too many people come through, its almost Disneylanesque in its paved paths, cost of food, train, etc. But the falls can not be missed and all the more worth it.

I am, however, looking forward to returning to the more urban chic BA. High on the list are the MALBA, Once which is the Jewish neighborhood, maybe a trip to Urugay to get our passports stamped ; ) , and the Sunday flea market in San Telemo. But tonight, I am just going to suck it up and drink beer at the rocking hostel listening to Dido and the alikes with my younger kin. It doesn´t matter everyone thinks I am 26. I am deciding the oily skin of my youth is no longer a curse...ha....

PS Dogs are intact because Argentines wouldn´t cut the balls off their sons. Truth my new Canadian friend who has been teaching here for a month told me - thanks Sim for all the tips.

PPS No posting of pics....this computer sucks, the Israeli girls are hogging the internet and I need to give some young unshowered hippie a chance to communicate with the outside world.

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