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Published: October 12th 2008
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Igassu Falls
31st Aug...
Wounds so far: gashed nose, split lip, broken bum
After some WWF for adults goes wrong I'm left disabled and in pain! Its terrential rain in Rio and we leave for Igassu Falls which spreads across 2 borders, Brazil and Argentina. We land and visit Brazil side first, which are next in line for one of the natural wonders of the world because of the sheer size (width) of them. The spray rises over 100 metres in the sky abd words dont do justice for how spectacular they are. We are drenched from the cool spray as we wander through the forest, a mass of tropical butterflies land on your skin to quench their thirst. Our guide tells us they are attracted to the sweat and as I look at Will he looks like the catcus advert 😊 Crocodiles and puma live in this national park so I'm on full alert (bum still tender!) Will and I spend most of the day on mute but there is too much around us for us to feel in awe of to speak. I spend some time alone at the pool and bookworm it reading book2 (yes Daisy!).. Too
tired and sore to venture out for dinner but our view from room is on edge of trpoical dream so its all kool and the gang. Tomorrow I'll turn the volume back on. Miss my crew 😞 Killwill barometer 10/10: Bum is in need of help!
1st Sept...
We head out on a truck straight from Jurassic park. Revenge is still in the air and as I swap Wills tanning oil for meat juice I generously lather him up in hope we might spot a puma. The truck takes us through dense forest and to an opening in the falls and we jump on a speedboat which races through the rapids and to the bottom of St Martins falls. The spray and crashes of water falling hundreds of feet drench us and we are deafened by the thunder of the blasts as the falls hit the surface and swirl and twist madly. David Bailey (aka Will) is on full splash, tree, insect, rock, plant, tree, sun alert. We take a trek to the top of the falls which is most definately the winning view. The falls just seem like a blanket of white as we peer over them so
many rainbows mixing through the streams of water and sunlight, its truly magical and we gawp forever in total awe. We catch a local bus into town for some BEEF! I settle for pasta and cake obviously before managing to haggle a whole cinco pestos off some gems in the night market for our mummies. I havent been able to track down a kidnapper yet so Will is still alive...for now 😊
2nd Sept...
Igassu reaches 26 degrees and the heat feels good! There is a short trail that leads to upper parts of the falls in the forest so we make our way through the trees and the butterflies make this place so romantic, so Bailey decides to pick up a stick insect and throw it at me, bonus for the ambience. Yesterday we'd taken a slow boat down the tropical crocdile filled river and crocodile dundee thinks hes untouchable as he dangles his pinkies in the water, even when we see crocdiless, did you hear me CROCODILES in the water (possibly plastic). Our flight to Beunos Aires is sleep sleep sleep and we touchdown to cold and Claudio, our friendly gay guide 😊 Our boutique hotel is
in boho Palmero and is mega cool. We wander around and this capital really stands out with its many different styles of architecture and design. The streets are decorated in art statements and contraversial graffitti. I still feel like the only blonde in town and as the temperature plummets it feels like christmas and that limbo feeling you get before snow falls. Flip flops we discover arent a cool idea. Will accelerates to TitMode Overload so I call into mummy and sleep it off 😞
3rd Sept...
Claudio picks us up for our geeko city tour and its freezing!!!! We hit some landmarks then cruise around hollywood cemetry filled with Argentines most wealthiest dead! This place is like Beverley Hills!!! The tombs are like mini mansions and you can see the coffins stacked within! Its spooky crazy! We spot Evitas and although we can hum the Madonna tune we forget her importance? Disgraceful. The city houses many cities within France, Italy, Spain, London, New York, it has a feel of everything. We visit a crazy playtime decorated colourful area filled with art and tango before making our way through a cultural shock of Beunos Aires similiar to Favalas. Tiny
makeshift huts made of cardboard make a huge village full of the poor and desperate. Our driver doenst stop at any red lights around here and the guilt sets in again as we head to the Marina for a fresh lunch. We brave the subway and its a mix of London meets "chance to feel up the blonde girls ass" After making it back in one piece we siesta the afternoon away before heading out to Jangada on the bad side of the railway for dinner. Bridges are being built and baileys is being drunk. Life is good and the love is coming back.
4th Sept...
Day of Angels
Will gets breakfast to the room and a massive bunch of flowers with yellow roses arrives for nan. We head to the botanical gardens and walk through the suprisely vast green that is embedded in the central of the city. In Palmero woods there is a beautiful lake that Will rows us across to an island and leave the roses amongst the swans and geese. We remember, and smile.... The streets of Palmero Soho are lines with decorative gates, colours and people and we absord the culture and fasinating people
who stare at us "are you local??" Our evening is spent at a historical tango show and the dancing beats anything we've seen before. Its seductive, sexy, fast and theres a lot of brylcream used! The building housed some of the most famous tango dancers over the last 140yrs and we click our heels in deligt before jumping our ride home. Its freeeeeezing!!!
Best Moment of the day: Talking to Grandad & Jenbob on webcam in his andes hat 😊
5th Sept...
We head out early to make the most of our last day. I again have to dress like a prize gimp in my trekking attire to remain warm. Vanity takes over as we wander the trendy boho streets of San Telmo and we scream tourist in every sense. A cool backstreet market finds us some trendy vintage purchases at Portabello prices but its all 'vintage' so we pay up beleiving we have bargains 😊 We stop ourselves from paying 150 pestos (50 quid) for a bent fork turned necklace and decide to head back we have rush hour traffic to beat and a flight to catch to Peru, Lima! Of course we are given the only seats
on the plane with broken TV's and kick off because its ZOHAN movie!!! After a swap we laugh all the way to the runway 😊 We check into Limas finest hostel NOT and opt to wander the streets instead of being trapped in the doom room. A crazy little street off the square offers 90's discotechas, gross cocktails and sickly food so we dive in feel sick and head back to doomroom for Zzzzzz's. Cute beggar boy roaming the streets at 1am in a clown nose wins him a dollar and our food aswell as our hearts.
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allie
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wow again x
jesus babe x gob smacked, dunno what else to say x