When you cross the border from Holland to Belgium you immediately notice you are in another country. The houses, the food and the people are different. It is the same when you cross the border between Brazil and Argentina. It is just a short drive from Foz do Iguaçu to the border of Argentina. At the Brazilian side you have to get out of the bus. Backpack on, backpack of, find passport, get an exit stamp, bus gone. Take next bus. Two klilometers further at the Argentinian side the same procedure. This time the bus waited. Puerto Iguazu ´Billetas, billetas para los cataracts´, shouts the young woman at the counter of the busstation, when she sees us arriving. ´Dos para los cataracts por favor´, we say in our best Spanish, but soon we have to give
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