April 5. Iguazu Falls.

I have to admit the ad was too hysterical. Sorry for that. But I was a little bit bored and that’s one of the things you do when you’re bored. The other thing is to construct a theory of Pure Being. I’ll do that later.

First, I’ll tell you about the beautiful national park of Iguazu, the Catarates. It was one amazing day full of experiences! In the morning, I was a little late for my bus and I saw it driving away without letting me on. I cursed and walked back at the bus station, where I calmly summed up a portion of curses in Spanish to the salesperson. El chofer tiene nada que mierda en su cabeza. Es un hijo de puta madre.” A girl told me the cursing sounded very natural and I was kind of proud about that. A few minutes later, another bus took me straight to the Catarates. It was raining and most passengers were workers from the national park. I didn’t expect many tourists that day. However, at the entrance they were already lining up. I met some girls from Minnesota with whom I would do the first activity: a train ride to the Garganta del Diablo, the Devil’s Throat, one of the most impressive waterfalls I’ve ever seen. We kept taking pictures (my camera got wet and the display broke) of the violent water amassing in the giant Devil’s gulp down. The mist was fascinating, we were just looking down into a white warm cloud of water. I’m less afraid to die now because I can imagine better how I want it to happen. When I’m a hundred years old I’ll go to the Catarates de Iguazu with an inflatable rubber boat. I’ll sneak over the railing and row my boat just in front of the waterfall, working against the stream. At a certain moment I will sigh with a thankful smile on my face and slowly lift my oars out of the water. And then the waterfall will just swallow everything. I think this is a very good way to go. If you’re still around in 2079, watch the news.
After that trip, I redeemed my voucher for the “adventure” tour, and was put on a gas truck that slowly drove down a jungle path. A nice lady told us about the Cappuchine monkeys, about the bamboo canes that grow about three centimeters a day and other natural facts. The dog-sized mammal Coati, that looks like an ant eater is common here. So I met this Dutch couple who offered me to send me some pictures taken by their camera, and we enjoyed the boat ride. They parked the boat under the waterfall for a few seconds in order to get us really wet. It made me feel stupid and worried about the computer in my watertight bag. We walked around the Isla San Martin, beautiful view from above at the waterfall, we spotted beautiful birds and butterflies. One large blue butterfly teased us by folding his wings together when we tried to take his picture. We passed the ugly Sheraton hotel, and I saw a bunch of about twenty Coatis on my way back.
That night, the Dutch couple visited me in my hostel and kindly invited me to have a beer together. We ended up having a good conversation about literature. Meanwhile, a Persian guy made the face of the woman with clay (“I make you face wihth cley”) for ten dollars. We also had dinner together; the steak and the Malbec were really good. When I arrived at the hostel, I was told that the guy from the other night had been there asking for me. Probably, one of the willing girls had been with him. I’ll never know.

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April 5. Iguazu Falls.

I have to admit the ad was too hysterical. Sorry for that. But I was a little bit bored and that’s one of the things you do when you’re bored. The other thing is to construct a theory of Pure Being. I’ll do that later.

First, I’ll tell you about the beautiful national park of Iguazu, the Catarates. It was one amazing day full of experiences! In the morning, I was a little late for my bus and I saw it driving away without letting me on. I cursed and walked back at the bus station, where I calmly summed up a portion of curses in Spanish to the salesperson. El chofer tiene nada que mierda en su cabeza. Es un hijo de puta madre.” A girl told me the cursing sounded very natural and I was kind of proud about that. A few minutes later, another bus took me straight to the Catarates. It was raining and most passengers were workers from the national park. I didn’t expect many tourists that day. However, at the entrance they were already lining up. I met some girls from Minnesota with whom I would do the first activity: a train ride to the Garganta del Diablo, the Devil’s Throat, one of the most impressive waterfalls I’ve ever seen. We kept taking pictures (my camera got wet and the display broke) of the violent water amassing in the giant Devil’s gulp down. The mist was fascinating, we were just looking down into a white warm cloud of water. I’m less afraid to die now because I can imagine better how I want it to happen. When I’m a hundred years old I’ll go to the Catarates de Iguazu with an inflatable rubber boat. I’ll sneak over the railing and row my boat just in front of the waterfall, working against the stream. At a certain moment I will sigh with a thankful smile on my face and slowly lift my oars out of the water. And then the waterfall will just swallow everything. I think this is a very good way to go. If you’re still around in 2079, watch the news.
After that trip, I redeemed my voucher for the “adventure” tour, and was put on a gas truck that slowly drove down a jungle path. A nice lady told us about the Cappuchine monkeys, about the bamboo canes that grow about three centimeters a day and other natural facts. The dog-sized mammal Coati, that looks like an ant eater is common here. So I met this Dutch couple who offered me to send me some pictures taken by their camera, and we enjoyed the boat ride. They parked the boat under the waterfall for a few seconds in order to get us really wet. It made me feel stupid and worried about the computer in my watertight bag. We walked around the Isla San Martin, beautiful view from above at the waterfall, we spotted beautiful birds and butterflies. One large blue butterfly teased us by folding his wings together when we tried to take his picture. We passed the ugly Sheraton hotel, and I saw a bunch of about twenty Coatis on my way back.
That night, the Dutch couple visited me in my hostel and kindly invited me to have a beer together. We ended up having a good conversation about literature. Meanwhile, a Persian guy made the face of the woman with clay (“I make you face wihth cley”) for ten dollars. We also had dinner together; the steak and the Malbec were really good. When I arrived at the hostel, I was told that the guy from the other night had been there asking for me. Probably, one of the willing girls had been with him. I’ll never know.

April 5. Iguazu Falls.

I have to admit the ad was too hysterical. Sorry for that. But I was a little bit bored and that’s one of the things you do when you’re bored. The other thing is to construct a theory of Pure Being. I’ll do that later.

First, I’ll tell you about the beautiful national park of Iguazu, the Catarates. It was one amazing day full of experiences! In the morning, I was a little late for my bus and I saw it driving away without letting me on. I cursed and walked back at the bus station, where I calmly summed up a portion of curses in Spanish to the salesperson. El chofer tiene nada que mierda en su cabeza. Es un hijo de puta madre.” A girl told me the cursing sounded very natural and I was kind of proud about that. A few minutes later, another bus took me straight to the Catarates. It was raining and most passengers were workers from the national park. I didn’t expect many tourists that day. However, at the entrance they were already lining up. I met some girls from Minnesota with whom I would do the first activity: a train ride to the Garganta del Diablo, the Devil’s Throat, one of the most impressive waterfalls I’ve ever seen. We kept taking pictures (my camera got wet and the display broke) of the violent water amassing in the giant Devil’s gulp down. The mist was fascinating, we were just looking down into a white warm cloud of water. I’m less afraid to die now because I can imagine better how I want it to happen. When I’m a hundred years old I’ll go to the Catarates de Iguazu with an inflatable rubber boat. I’ll sneak over the railing and row my boat just in front of the waterfall, working against the stream. At a certain moment I will sigh with a thankful smile on my face and slowly lift my oars out of the water. And then the waterfall will just swallow everything. I think this is a very good way to go. If you’re still around in 2079, watch the news.
After that trip, I redeemed my voucher for the “adventure” tour, and was put on a gas truck that slowly drove down a jungle path. A nice lady told us about the Cappuchine monkeys, about the bamboo canes that grow about three centimeters a day and other natural facts. The dog-sized mammal Coati, that looks like an ant eater is common here. So I met this Dutch couple who offered me to send me some pictures taken by their camera, and we enjoyed the boat ride. They parked the boat under the waterfall for a few seconds in order to get us really wet. It made me feel stupid and worried about the computer in my watertight bag. We walked around the Isla San Martin, beautiful view from above at the waterfall, we spotted beautiful birds and butterflies. One large blue butterfly teased us by folding his wings together when we tried to take his picture. We passed the ugly Sheraton hotel, and I saw a bunch of about twenty Coatis on my way back.
That night, the Dutch couple visited me in my hostel and kindly invited me to have a beer together. We ended up having a good conversation about literature. Meanwhile, a Persian guy made the face of the woman with clay (“I make you face wihth cley”) for ten dollars. We also had dinner together; the steak and the Malbec were really good. When I arrived at the hostel, I was told that the guy from the other night had been there asking for me. Probably, one of the willing girls had been with him. I’ll never know.

April 4. Temptation.

Upon arrival in Iguazu, I checked in the first hostel I saw and booked a tourist-rip-off trip for 90 pesos called gran aventura which of course turned out to be a dull truck ride followed by a boat ride underneath the big waterfall that got us really wet. On the plus side, ran into a friendly couple that promised me to send me some pictures from their camera by email since my own camera had broken. But I will to that tour tomorrow. Today, I relaxed in the small pile (piscina) talking about the hummingbirds.
I walked around in Iguazu a little afterwards. A guy ran into me on the street and brought me to a place where I was offered a free caipirinha. He told me he had been working as a tourist “guide” since he was a kid. He receives provision from bars, restaurtants and hostel every time he brings someone there. He told me this story… he was 23 and he had become father for the first time that morning at 5am but his girlfriend had a problem with her pecho she couldn’t breastfeed the baby so he needed some money to buy milk in the supermarket and asked me for it the hospital where his girlfriend stayed was twenty blocks away yes he said she is very young a couple of years ago all fifteen year old girls were pregnant around here we had some empanadas and I gave hime some milkmoney he said thank you you are a “good man” now he could do me a favour he knew a few girls that were willing to sleep with foreign men if they invite them for dinner one of them was his cousin I said well thank you I mean it sounded tempting.

In the hostel, I spoke Spanish with a small Swiss girl called Emily who constantly smiled and told me she was going to study something social in Geneva. We slept with the fan on.

April 4. Temptation. was originally published on Meandering home

April 4. Temptation.

Upon arrival in Iguazu, I checked in the first hostel I saw and booked a tourist-rip-off trip for 90 pesos called gran aventura which of course turned out to be a dull truck ride followed by a boat ride underneath the big waterfall that got us really wet. On the plus side, ran into a friendly couple that promised me to send me some pictures from their camera by email since my own camera had broken. But I will to that tour tomorrow. Today, I relaxed in the small pile (piscina) talking about the hummingbirds.
I walked around in Iguazu a little afterwards. A guy ran into me on the street and brought me to a place where I was offered a free caipirinha. He told me he had been working as a tourist “guide” since he was a kid. He receives provision from bars, restaurtants and hostel every time he brings someone there. He told me this story… he was 23 and he had become father for the first time that morning at 5am but his girlfriend had a problem with her pecho she couldn’t breastfeed the baby so he needed some money to buy milk in the supermarket and asked me for it the hospital where his girlfriend stayed was twenty blocks away yes he said she is very young a couple of years ago all fifteen year old girls were pregnant around here we had some empanadas and I gave hime some milkmoney he said thank you you are a “good man” now he could do me a favour he knew a few girls that were willing to sleep with foreign men if they invite them for dinner one of them was his cousin I said well thank you I mean it sounded tempting.

In the hostel, I spoke Spanish with a small Swiss girl called Emily who constantly smiled and told me she was going to study something social in Geneva. We slept with the fan on.

April 4. Temptation.

Upon arrival in Iguazu, I checked in the first hostel I saw and booked a tourist-rip-off trip for 90 pesos called gran aventura which of course turned out to be a dull truck ride followed by a boat ride underneath the big waterfall that got us really wet. On the plus side, ran into a friendly couple that promised me to send me some pictures from their camera by email since my own camera had broken. But I will to that tour tomorrow. Today, I relaxed in the small pile (piscina) talking about the hummingbirds.
I walked around in Iguazu a little afterwards. A guy ran into me on the street and brought me to a place where I was offered a free caipirinha. He told me he had been working as a tourist “guide” since he was a kid. He receives provision from bars, restaurtants and hostel every time he brings someone there. He told me this story… he was 23 and he had become father for the first time that morning at 5am but his girlfriend had a problem with her pecho she couldn’t breastfeed the baby so he needed some money to buy milk in the supermarket and asked me for it the hospital where his girlfriend stayed was twenty blocks away yes he said she is very young a couple of years ago all fifteen year old girls were pregnant around here we had some empanadas and I gave hime some milkmoney he said thank you you are a “good man” now he could do me a favour he knew a few girls that were willing to sleep with foreign men if they invite them for dinner one of them was his cousin I said well thank you I mean it sounded tempting.

In the hostel, I spoke Spanish with a small Swiss girl called Emily who constantly smiled and told me she was going to study something social in Geneva. We slept with the fan on.

April 4. Temptation.

Upon arrival in Iguazu, I checked in the first hostel I saw and booked a tourist-rip-off trip for 90 pesos called gran aventura which of course turned out to be a dull truck ride followed by a boat ride underneath the big waterfall that got us really wet. On the plus side, ran into a friendly couple that promised me to send me some pictures from their camera by email since my own camera had broken. But I will to that tour tomorrow. Today, I relaxed in the small pile (piscina) talking about the hummingbirds.
I walked around in Iguazu a little afterwards. A guy ran into me on the street and brought me to a place where I was offered a free caipirinha. He told me he had been working as a tourist “guide” since he was a kid. He receives provision from bars, restaurtants and hostel every time he brings someone there. He told me this story… he was 23 and he had become father for the first time that morning at 5am but his girlfriend had a problem with her pecho she couldn’t breastfeed the baby so he needed some money to buy milk in the supermarket and asked me for it the hospital where his girlfriend stayed was twenty blocks away yes he said she is very young a couple of years ago all fifteen year old girls were pregnant around here we had some empanadas and I gave hime some milkmoney he said thank you you are a “good man” now he could do me a favour he knew a few girls that were willing to sleep with foreign men if they invite them for dinner one of them was his cousin I said well thank you I mean it sounded tempting.

In the hostel, I spoke Spanish with a small Swiss girl called Emily who constantly smiled and told me she was going to study something social in Geneva. We slept with the fan on.