It’s road trip time in our van Sandy which we bought only a few days ago. We take it for a drive for the first time to the King’s Cross area to see Kev off as he is leaving us for 3 weeks to see the east coast of Australia with Anna. We say our goodbyes and head straight to Newcastle. Sandy drives like a beauty, despite not having power steering. It’s very exciting when we arrive there at about 1 am in the morning and finding a place to sleep for the night. Eventually we find this car park by Bar Beach which is dead quiet. We park up and get ourselves ready to go to sleep with three people sharing a double sized mattress…cosy. The only way we would fit in was to have to people with their heads facing the boot and the other person in the middle facing the opposite way.

The night went by and we all had a good nights sleep. The strange thing was when we woke up the car park was getting fuller and there were tons of joggers going past the van as we lay there. As we were next to the sea, we went for a early morning swim. It’s surprising how many people are up at 7:30am to go for a swim in the sea. As we have no fixed abode, we head to the public showers to clean ourselves up. We then went for a spot of lunch and chilled out on Dixon beach before. We didn’t stay for long in Newcastle as there wasn’t a huge amount that interested there, so we left late at night and drove towards Coffs Harbour. We got tired on the way and stopped in a rest area called Buladelah on the motorway where we slept for the night.

The following day, we wake up nice and early and drive to Forster via a scenic route through Myall Lakes, Seal Rocks, Pacific Palms and Booti Booti National Park. We arrive at Forster by midday and find a supermarket to get some lunch in. When we got back to the van, we tried to start it up but it wouldn’t start. It looked like that battery was flat to us which wasn’t good news as it could mean we might need a new battery which would be expensive. Luckily for us, a nice woman in the pet shop nearby offered a jump start.

The jump start worked and we were on the road again but we only drove another few hundred metres before we saw a carpet shop offering cheap mats which would be perfect to lay on the floor of our van to make more homely. Surprise surprise, after we bought the mats and attempted to start the car it wouldn’t! It was really frustrating but the person from the carpet shop offered a jump start. This time we drove straight to a k-mart in case it wouldn’t start again. K-mart has lots of car parts including a battery and the plan was to replace ourselves if the car wouldn’t start again. As expected when we tried to restart the car outside it wouldn’t start. So we get out the screwdrivers and start replacing the battery. We found that the contacts of the battery in the car were covered in some sort of blue powder so we clean it off and swap it for a new one. The new one never worked so we got a refund and popped the old one back it. We didn’t know what else to do, so we  just thought we would just try start the engine anyway, and hey presto, it worked!! This time we never turned off the engine and drove straight to Port Macquarie.

Having spent Christmas and New Year in Sydney, we didn’t only do alot of drinking, partying and sleeping on the beach - we also did some sightseeing in between as decribed in my earlier post. Most of our days started at a leisurely 12-1pm oweing to the fact we didn’t come in until around 4 or 5 which help us deal with the expense of Australia by missing breakfast and heading straight for lunch.

After alot of searching we finally found the van we would be travelling in, initially named Sooty. It was a Ford EconoMaxi van from 1991 with a new yellow paint job.

Looking over the van took longer than we thought which didn’t leave us with very much beach time in Manly. we jumped on a ferry across to Manly, a recommended route since it gives a stunning view of the opera house on its own or with the city backdrop.

Following that we arrived around 2pm for the afternoon sun, unfortunately the clouds had started to roll in and there was also a strong breeze which didn’t make it a very comfortable experience so instead we played cricket on the beach, a warm up for us to go to the SCG the following day.

On our penultimate day in Sydney we just had to watch a game of cricket in the SCG. It just so happened Australia and South Africa were playing. Getting to the game was really easy and there was very little crowding on the way alot easier than going to watch some of the sporting events in the UK. The stadium was pretty full and we had awesome seats really close to the cricket field and we could even drink during the game.

The whole place had an amazing atmosphere with enterainment on the field and from the crowd.

Towards the end of the day we saw some really long beer snakes, created from all the empty plastic beer cups.

Though security quickly put an end to them by escorting the people involved out of the stadium. After the game we looked at the queue to get back to town and instead grabbed a taxi back to Coogee for about the same price the bus would have cost.

On our last day we packed up our van we all our bags and tried to bring some organisation to the caos we had created with our huge bags. At first it looked like we were going to have problems fitting everything in but after a bit of reorganisation everything was in. Following that we went into town to attempt to go into the Aquarium after the queues put us off the first time.

In the evening we left Kev and Anna in their posh hotel and headed out of Sydney over the Harbour Bridge towards our first stop, Newcastle.

We woke up at 5am, packed our packs with our french stick sandwiches, various snacks and “orange juice” to catch the 5.30am bus to town. When we arrived we joined the queue of other people waiting to go into the Botanic gardens. Whilst we were waiting alot of people choose to catch up on the sleep they missed by getting up early and Kev and I did a McDonalds run to get a Sausage & Eggs Sandwich for those in our group that wanted one. Whilst we did that John went and grabbed a few throws we could use a blankets, good job otherwise we would have spent the day sitting on grass. Whilst we were waiting the queue grew extremely large with anyone trying to push in getting boo’ed back out of the queue.

We eventually got in around 12pm and head to Mrs Macquaries point, an area we had scoped out earlier in the week, it provided us with a great view of the harbour. Until the fireworks started we lazed around drinking our “Orange juice” and getting the occasion $7 beer from the the bar, playing cards and catching up on the sleep we missed getting up so early (some people really need their sleep).

As the evening went on and the sunlight slowly faded away the grandness of new years eve started to become evermore apparent, with all of the boats crowded in the harbour around the bridge awaiting the fireworks.

The 9pm showing for families was spectcaular; Adam, Dane and I were interviewed for a radio show afterwards asking what we thought of the fireworks so far. Our review unintionally gave the impression we thought they were a bit rubbish, no doubt they would have been put in the drunken rant interview pile.

After this initial showing we decided we needed to get a good position early for the main event, so we packed up our stuff and headed for the fenceline where we could get a much better view of all the fireworks. Come midnight the sky became alight with fireworks on the bridge and from barges along the river and the noise of our party poppers and party horns (there were a few funny looks from the nearby security guards…) filled the air. For the next 11 minutes there was alot of oohs and aahs as the varing and more grandure fireworks went up into the sky. We all took absolutely tones of photos, some are included below and Dane recorded the entire 11 minutes on video, which is also below.

[video removed from youtube, uploading again somewhere else]

After the fireworks were done, we lit up our sparklers and headed for the exit in the hope of finding another drink, unfortunately we weren’t quite dressed up enough to get into alot of the clubs - so we headed home to continue drinking there.

On boxing day we planned to watch the Sydney Hobart boat race, but we woke up late again so instead spent the day looking around the harbour, including taking one of two photos of us with the Sydney Opera House and picking a spot for New Years Eve. After walking around the botanic gardens seeing many different types of flower, trees and bats we chose Mrs Macquaries Point, an area with an overview of the harbour with a perfect view of the bridge and opera house all in the same shot.

We spent one afternoon walking across the harbour bridge, but the weather was overcast, so we stopped halfway and headed back to walk around darlington harbour after that we met up with Kev in Chinatown at place we had been recommended, Sizzling Pot. Wow, the portions were absolutely huge, the dishes were served still sizzling on a metal tray with a bowl of rice on the side. There was enough food on the table to probably feed us twice over.

Our guide book recommended a walk between Coogee and Bondi beach that follows the coast providing views along the route, at the time we did some parts were being maintained so we were diverted via a graveyard. After walking just over half way we were all really hot and fancied a dip in the sea, so we stopped at Nelson bay and went into the sea. Unfortunately, we didn’t move from the beach and didn’t make it Bondi. The weather took a turn for the worse and the sky began looking like it was going to rain so we headed back to Coogee.

As well as all the sightseeing we began hunting for a van to take Mike, John and I from Sydney up to Cairns, it seemed to be quite hard at first as most of the vans we wanted to buy were over our initial $1500 budget or already sold. So we realised we had to be more realistic with what we wanted to spend and upped our budget to $4500. Once we had done that we started contacting some potentials, one prospect, “Boris” was a real bargain only $2000 but once we had seen it we realised why. The van had certainly had backpacker marked on it. It was a real mess inside and to start required a pair of pliers and 15 attempts at getting it going, it really didn’t like cold starts. On the outside it was very colourful and would certainly help us find it in a busy car park. The search continues….

We began getting all our food/snacks and drinks in order to leave early the following day including our “special orange juice”. The area we wanted to go to was strictly no alcohol and we didn’t want to be paying for the overpriced food and drinks once inside so we took some 1.5 litre fruit juice bottles and über cheap vodka to mix with it. It turned all turned our pretty well and was tasty too. We even took extra measures to ensure the seals weren’t broken on the bottles if they were inspected by the security guards. Next up, New Years Eve.

We’re off to see the Wizard, The Wizard of Oz. We arrived from the Blue Mountains to find out we couldn’t check in until after 4PM, we only had an hour to wait, We checked in and was pleased to hear a free BBQ was on on the evening we arrived. We went and grabbed 2 boxes of “goon” (nasty wine filtered through fish, yum!) and met two other people from the UK, Matt (another Essex box) and Emily.

On Christmas eve, we stocked up on all the essentials, beer and food. John and I left to grab some Santa hats whilst Mike and Kev were left to decorate the room with a Christmas tree made from an empty beer box, some duct tape and white paper. The results were quite amazing and we added to the decorations with some fake snow on the tree and windows and most of the room once we had finished. After completing the decorations we wrapped our secret Santa presents and put them under the tree to be opened the following day, Christmas Day.

In evening we headed down to the local bar, the Coogee Bay Hotel donning our Santa hats, the bar was absolutely packed and after an evening of consuming a one or two beverages we all managed to hold on to our Santa hats.

It’s Christmas!

We started the day with a fry up cooked Kev style together with Orange juice and bottle of Moët, yes champagne - even backpackers are allowed a little luxury!

Then we opened our prezzies from our secret Santa’s, he had done well this year as we all got what we wanted. After all the excitement we headed down to Coogee beach to meet a few friends who had already begun drinking, we grabbed our slab of warm beer to join them. Then we hit the sea where we took a few pictures whilst in the water and John got a sting from a jellyfish.

After we exhausted Coogee beach we headed down to see what fun there was to be had in Bondi. Bondi was as busy as Coogee with masses of people crammed onto a field above the beach and you could hear the music coming from the pavilion where we could have gone for christmas dinner and lots of dance music. Instead we choose the free option of sitting on a field with loads of other people, a good choice we decided. Below are pictures from each beach.

Coogee

Bondi

We continued our drinking here until we were kicked off the beach by the fuzz at 11pm and tried to find a drink elsewhere - we were out of luck everywhere seemed to be closing. We ended up having a delicious christmas dinner of McDonalds and jumped on to a bus heading to Bondi Junction where we would get a bus back to Coogee. Unfortunately, John, Matt and I got off a bit early, we saw the bus in the distance and tried running for it, but it was too late the bus had already gone - we went back to Bondi Junction to find the next bus wouldn’t be for another 45 minutes, we decided we could walk back in the that time. So we did. We got back 1.5 hours later.

Overall, Christmas in Sydney was a strange affair, no turkey or roast potatoes instead for us, McDonalds. We spent the day drinking a beer/goon on the beach in a 30-40 degree heat beneath the scorching sun instead of a warm house looking at the cold (possibly raining) weather outside. Would I do it again? Absolutely, but I’d need a Christmas back in the cold weather occasionally, unless global warming can help out and then everyone will have christmas under the sun.

We arrive into Sydney after leaving the airport in Tahiti at 2am. We had already planned to stay in Sydney for two weeks so we thought we would chill out in the Blue Mountains for a few days.

We were very hungry by the time we reached our hostel in the Blue Mountains, so we went out for a fish and chip lunch and for our first tasting of chicken salt that a lot of aussies we have met on the way have been raving about. To be honest, it didn’t taste that much different from normal salt. We decided to have an easy first day in Australia, so we hit the cinema to watch the new James Bond film, The Quantum of Solace and then headed had an early night.

The next day we got straight into the hiking and started on the Prince Henry Cliff walk which headed towards Echo Point. Along the way we saw some great views of the Three Sisters Mountains.

We went on from there to tackle the Giant staircase which has over 900 steps. Further on, we walked past the Katoomba falls and finally made it to Scenic world which has built its enterprise on an old mining area.

As we were still in relaxing mode we did pretty much nothing but reading books, sleeping or playing games in the hostel for a few days. It was quite nice not rushing to a tour to planning anything. Sometimes that stuff can be a big chore.

In between relaxing days, me and Mike decided to go see the waterfalls known as the Laura Cascades. We wished we never bothered in the end as it wasn’t that spectacular.

On the way back from the walk when we were practically at the door of our hostel, Mike realises that he has lost his wallet and thinks he may have lost it on the trail. So the first thing we do is report it to the police in case someone may have handed it in and also because the police station as right next door to the hostel. The next thing we do is grab Chris to help us have a look for it. So we all head back towards the trails we went on and even had to drag ourselves down the giant staircase. We retrace our steps and use big sticks to poke and prod the bush that runs along side the trail to check if the missing wallet is there. After hours of searching, we finally give up and head back to the hostel. It is there where Mike checks in is backpack and finds that his wallet has miraculously appeared in there. Me and Chris were fairly annoyed as we told him to check there in the first place! But the main reason that we were annoyed was that we pretty much hike a few miles and went up and down the giant staircase for nothing!

Anyway, we move on from that needless stress and de-stress with a game of Monopoly which provided us with us over 2 hours of entertainment. And Mike won…

We spent 4 days in the Blue Mountains which provided us with some fantastic views and also our last moments of relaxation before we head off to the big city of Sydney.

Just like you see in post cards Tahiti was a perfect picture of paradise with long stretches of silky white undisturbed sand and water so blue it was unimaginable. This is what the Goonies would have to endure over the next 8 days.

Tahiti is an French Polynesian Island that is situated in the middle of no where in the Pacific Ocean. It is steeped with Maori heritage and a top honeymoon destination for rich newly married couples. So although the island was stunningly beautiful and a perfect location to relax, it was going to be a struggle to live on a backpackers budget. Everything on the island was expensive beyond belief and even more expensive than London. We all came to the same conclusion that eating here was a luxury and had to survive on pasta, soup, bread and onions, harsh times!!

Once we landed in island of Tahiti we only briefly explored the island visiting the Robert Wan Pearl Museum which had a seriously expensive but beautiful collection of Black Pearl jewellery. We also visited the Tahiti Pearl Market on Rue Paul Gauguin and another general market on Francois Cardella to experience from a local point of view everyday life on the island.

For the rest of our time we stayed on an island called Moorea which was slightly cheaper but still host to an array of exclusive hotels including a Sheraton. As for ourselves we stayed in the cheapest hostel / camp site called Moorea Camping. The rooms we lived in were very basic huts with just a bed and a wood panel for a window used for ventilation. The communal kitchen, living area and showers were very basic too with poor hygiene and cleanliness levels. I still remember taking a shower and feeling a little itch on the lower part of my leg. Upon inspection I discover that it was a huge cockroach crawling up my leg that instantly sent shivers down my spine. I immediately flicked the cockroach away but it just wouldn’t stay away and kept on trying to crawl on me, so I just assumed it was on a suicide mission and put it out of it’s misery.

Other than relaxing on the picture perfect beaches which was on the doorstep of our camp site we managed to do a few activities. We went on a small cruise with local fisherman called Teva who showed us around the bays of the islands, took us swimming with sting rays and sharks and snorkelling through some Tahitian coral. He evened taught us to eat a Mango Tahitian style which was to eat a whole mango like an apple, attacking through the soft juicy mango flesh ruthlessly with the skin still on leaving no casualties behind.

We also rented a scooter and managed to ride around the Island of Moorea twice stopping off to see the waterfall at Afareaitu, Baie d’Opunodu to relax on the gorgeous beach that is shared with the luxurious Sheraton Hotel. Finally we rode up to a view point called Belvedere view point that has scenic views of both Baie d’Opunodu and Baie de Cook separated by Mt Rotui.

Next stop Australia for more sun, surf and sea.

After a night on the benches of the Santiago airport we boarded our jet and sped off towards the middle of the pacific ocean. After 6 hours a tiny island loomed out of the airplane windows, which were calling home for the next 4 days.

Rapa Nui, to give it its traditional name, is an anomaly on this earth. A tucked away, remote isolated haven where rugged terrain, magical vistas, folklore and tradition meet in a mythical melting pot of Polynesian and Spanish culture.

Upon arrival we were greeted by the kind staff of Mihinoa camping who had 4 laia’s ready and waiting for us. Donning our new flower necklaces we set up in our hostel and planned for the next few days. The campsite located in the town of Hanga Roa was fantastically situated a stones throw from the sea with its crashing light blue waves battering the rocky shoreline.

On one of the evenings we got a taste of Polynesian history and culture when we attended the Kari Kari show. It was a show full of traditional dance and songs where the audience got the chance to participate albeit not by their own choice. The performers on the show would come off the stage and go hunting for potential prey to dance on with them. Sitting at the back of the audience provided no safety net as me and Kev were eagerly targeted for a showdown on stage. Infact, what seemed daunting thing, turned out to be a great laugh where we got to dance with some pretty Polynesian girls and receive a huge round of applause from the audience.

Easter Island is well known for its beauty and Moai statues dotted all over the island which would take a long time to see if on foot. So we hired a small jeep which we affectionately named “Jimmy” after the name of its model. With our new friend Jimmy, we took to the road and visited Orongo village which gave us some information about the history of the inhabitants of this island thousands of years ago. We then went on to Rano Kau Volcano which hosts a vast amount of Moai statues of all shapes and sizes.

Before we went on to see the spectacular Tongariki statues (picture below), we chilled out on Anakena beach until it started to rain. We finished off the day by watching the sunset at Ahu Akiri, where we shared the stunning views of red skies over the big blue sea with 4 other Moais.

The island is also a hiking haven. We were recommended a long hike around the coast of the island. The starting point of this hike was about 20km away at Anakena beach and by then we had no longer had Jimmy. Fortunately, The island is hitch-hiker friendly, and we managed to grab a free ride on a back of a lorry. Along the hike we got to see the beautiful natural coast lines and the many strange rock formations and old rock structures from previous inhabitants. On the final part of the hike we got a little miserable as we veered off the track and got lost inland. Then it got more miserable when it started to rain heavily. We got back to the campsite after about 7 hours of solid walking. That never put us off a little more hiking the following day where we saw the Ana Kai Tangata caves and a few more Moai statues along the coast, closer to our campsite.

We spent the final days chilling out, enjoying the sun and our sea views, playing volley ball with the campsite owner’s children and reading some of the books that we have managed to hoard since we started traveling.

We leave this small gem of an island after four fantastic days after the owners kindly see us off at the airport where we leave for our next slice of paradise that is Tahiti.

We was already on a bad start for our journey to Rio De Janeiro. The previous night in Iguazu Falls we had ordered a large pizza each which also had for breakfast the following day. Upon inspection of our delicious breakfast, it had made new friends over night and was infested with ants. So now we are all faced with a twenty hour bus journey to Rio De Janeiro with no breakfast.

Day 1

After a tiresome bus ride we arrived in Rio De Janeiro around mid day and got the cheapest taxi possible to Ipanema. We checked into our hostel called the Girl From Ipanema (recommended by our Flight Centre Travel Agent) and went straight to the beach as its all we could think about. Pretty much every women on the beach was stunning and most did not leave much for the imagination.

Later on in the afternoon John wanted his hair cut after resisting for nearly 3 months. So I put our hair clippers purchased in America on its first outing (See later post for full details).

On our first evening we decided to go the Lagoon to watch the opening / unveiling of the Christmas tree. The Christmas tree itself was quite impressive. We was informed that this was the largest floating tree in the World. But with this fact, I would imagine most people couldn’t even name another floating tree. On the unveiling of the tree there was an equally impressive fireworks display and we got to enjoy lots of typical Brazilian street food such as meat kebabs and these delicious deep fried potato parcels filled with minced meat.

Day 2

On the second day we went to the Maracana to watch Flemengo v Goias in what was once the largest stadium in the world. At its peak the stadium held nearly 200,000 spectators in the 1950 World Cup Final, but now the stadium has been reduced in capacity and seats approximately 90,000 spectators. The football match we got to watch was absolutely brilliant and completely end to end stuff. The final score was 3-3 with a nail biting ending where any team could have won. The stadium itself looked impressive from the outside but once inside it looked old and well used.

In the evening we decided to treat ourselves and ate at a typical Brazilian style restaurant called Choates. At this restaurant you are given a little disk with one red side and one green side. These are too be placed next to you on the table which are used to indicate whether you want more food or not. So naturally we all left ours on green and kept the food piling on, which we would soon later regret as we all suffered from ‘meat sweats’ because we neglected the vegetables and when straight for the meats.

Day 3

On the third day we had a pre-booked tour to explore most of the places of interest in Rio. Our morning started with a hike up a mountain weaving through a forest which I totally forgot about and showed up in my flip flops. The rest of the boys were prepared in their trainers but failed to inform me. At the top of the mountain were beautiful views of Rio and we could clearly with all the suburbs that swooped around the golden coast line.

Afterwards we visited that famous Christ De Redentor before a visit to Santa Teresa to see that famous colourful steps created by local artist Selaron. The steps are made up from tiles that have been sent to the artist from all over the world and where each tile is unique and representative of the country it came from.

In the evening we decided to go to a bar / club called House because they had a offer where caipirinha cocktails were free between 10PM - 12PM. Needless to say this was going to be a messy night as it was like our duty to get our moneys worth and drink as much as possible. From what I remember Kev caved in first and didn’t even last to 12PM whereas myself, John and Chris faired better but was not exactly in a conscious state to remember our exact movements throughout the night.

Day 4

Still feeling hung over, today was going to be our chill out day on the beach, soaking up the sun whilst drinking from a freshly cut coconut. The weather was absolutely stunning and we even managed to play a few games of beach football. However, we were totally out classed by the ‘Speedo’ wearing Brazilians and you could see they were playing around with us as they as went to the difficult but spectacular goal.

Day 5

For our last day in Rio was decided to explore the Favelas and get a real essence of Brazilian. A Favela is a shanty town where the majority of the working class live because it is cheap and not governed by local taxing laws. Here we saw the differences in the living conditions between the rich and poor, an art studio creating local Favela art and even visited a nursery that was funded by the tour company guiding us around. On the tour we had one hair raising moment where another member of the group accidentally took a picture of a drug dealer who was carrying a very large gun. Our tour guide had to react immediately by apologising to the drug dealer and deleting any photos that pictures the dealer.

Next stop Easter Island to explore that wonders of the Polynesian culture.

The long bus rides seem like normality to us now as we arrive into Iguazu Falls, Argentina at 9am after a 17 hours of traveling time. We only had to walk 5 minutes down the road to our hostel called the Iguazu Falls Inn. It wasn’t what we thought it was going to look like, as we saw pictures of this beautiful resort with nice big swimming pools surrounded by palm trees. We soon realised that we had mistaken this with the other hostel ith a very similar name. This place still looked ok with the odd few cockroaches and small lizards running around.

After settling into, we catch a bus to the Iguazu National Park to see the infamous Iguazu Falls. It cost us 60 Pesos per person for the entrance fee which isn’t too bad. We went for a walk along the upper, verde and Macuco trails. We saw some wildlife such as Coaties, praying mantis and tons of giant ants. We just had about enough time to go see the Devil’s throat where you get to go very close to one of the waterfalls. Here we got pretty soaked from the spray of the water hitting the lower river. It’s an amazing sight and much bigger than the Niagara falls we saw in Canada.

One day at the park was not long enough to see everything, so we went back the following day which was at a cheaper price of 30 pesos as we visited the day before. We took a trek through to the lower trail and then took a short thrilling jet boat ride that took us to the bottom of the waterfalls. We had planned to go to San Martin Island but this was closed due to the high water levels. We ended up going back to the hostel early and chilling out in the swimming pool before we went out to eat at a place called Colors where the owner kindly gave is 10% off our bill.

Now that we have seen the Argentine side of the Iguazu Falls, we wanted to go see the Brazilian side which was supposed to give great overviews of the national park and its falls. Getting there was surprisingly easy, despite having to cross the border. We simply caught a bus from the bus terminal which took us to the Argentine immigration which gave us departure stamps and then went straight past the Brazilian immigration with no checks whatsoever. The bus driver then dropped us in the middle of nowhere, where we then flag down and catch a bus to the park.

We arrived at the park and had to pay an entrance fee of 20.50 Reais which more than expected. When we were in the park, we caught the bus straight to the viewpoints and got to see the Iguazu Falls in its entirety. It was a beautiful view but that’s was all in the park that interested us.

There wasn’t much else apart from a few adventure sports like rafting or jet-boating. I feel the entrance fee is somewhat extortionate for what was available in this park. Needless to say we never spent much time here and headed back to the hostel early where we enjoyed the swimming pool yet again. And because the food at Colors restaurant was so good, we went back again the following night and were happy chappies when we got 10% off our food bill again.

Our two days a Iguazu has been fun. I  much prefer the Argentine side because there was more trails you can complete that take you through the falls where as the Brazilian side merely offers a overview, which is still not to be missed.