Foz do Iguaçu

Just as the plane is taking off from Curitiba.
Clouds.
Gettin' off the plane in Foz do Iguaçu.
First view of the falls. It gets much better.
Another shot from close to the same spot as the previous one.
The whole crew.

Now I'll only put captions if I really feel like something needs explaining, otherwise I'll let the "1000 words" cliche do it's job here.


The signs said not to feed the animals.



Shot of the Brazilian side that goes towards, but not to, the Devil's Throat. It's just a big bridge that extends out over the waterfalls on the Brazilian side. The Argentinian side goes straight to the Devil's Throat and it's quite the magnificent site.

Caryn.
Laura.
Mariangèlica, Zack, Becca, Mica, and Caryn.

Matt, Caryn, Mitsuru, and myself getting ready for some insane tree adventure.
Caryn posing down before the trees.

I'll post more pictures of the arvorismo soon.

Caryn rapelling.
Zack rapelling.

I will also have more pictures of the rapelling pretty soon. More pictures of Matt, Caryn, and myself rapelling the height of a football field over sharp and deadly rocks that could have easily killed us had that magnificent force of nature decided to send us packing.

Until then, here we are finally in Argentina. And no, those clowns wouldn't stamp our passports for us. They also had the lamest custom ever, probably in large part because they hate Brasil. We had to all get off our tour bus, walk over to this nasty, gonnorhea-filled, busted ass, used mattress pad and wipe our shoes on it, because they didn't want us "bringing [our] bacteria into the country." They wouldn't even let me take pictures of this event because they have a no-photo area which is lame. Something like that needed to be captured. Anyway, I did like the Argentina side better because we got to walk right into the Devil's Throat. I could even taste what it had for dinner the previous night.

The Argentinian flag. It really sucks compared to the sweet ass Brasilian flag.
The Mocuco Safari bus. The entire time we were on this thing I just kept imagining that we were going to get blitzed by some Argentinian rebel group and be taken hostage. Luckily, that didn't hap....
Mica cheesin' on the boat that was taking us to what we were positive was our final destination (in life, that is).

I have about 20 more pictures from this trip to post and all that jive, but it is getting close to 2AM and I need to get some sleep. Hopefully these pictures are good enough for now for all those people who come to view them. Rest assured, though, that the rest will be on their way and they're even better than the ones already posted. Tchau e atè logo.