Follow the yellow line to Foz
Well after being bored and sleeping and getting bored again it was finally time to board the transfer to Foz du Iguassu.
And then a stampede of people from nowhere all appeared and I ended up being 5 from last! Cheek of it.. I know us Brits can do queuing very well but I got a bit miffed at that, 8hours for me 2 secs for you lot no not fair!! And then there was another nun. But of the holier than thou white outfit not brown borg. And then it rained... great no waterproofs in the rucksack.
The journey to Foz was soo different really green land and big rivers. The heat was like a wall it just hit you el capitanio reckoned 32 degrees. So I got a taxi the driver was very confused at no suitcase and made my way to the camp.
They were so helpful and bent over backwards to help me for the overnight stay and few hours the following day phoning people etc for me. It put Butlins to shame I'll tell you. So with no bag to unpack I headed to the bar and pool and sat wishing i could swimming. First song on U2 with or withour you 2nd song I still havent found what Im looking for. At this point half of me wanted to laugh the other cry. I ended up having a fairly early night because I was so tired and got woke up to a variety of strange sounds. A very yappy dog and in comparison to our dawn chorus the training orchestra. It was very odd.. no harmonys just sqwarks and trills and hoots and bloomin yappy dog.
We then phoned the airline who said my bag would arrive at 3pm that day. Only problem being I transfer to Yacutinga at 13.30pm. And they wouldn't bring it over the border.
ARRGGHH Theres a time difference of an hour between Brazil and Argentina so it was 7.30am so I didn't think Claudia would appreciate being woken up at that time. So went and had breakfast.