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The Hostel Inn in Puerto Iguazu:

I took a Cama Ejecutivo (I’m 30 years old, I deserve to travel in a little style) to Iguazu with Astrid where we found ourselves at the poshest hostel in the world. The Hostel Inn was recommended to me by a few people over the last couple months, and I’m positive that I’ll recommend it to people for the rest of my stay in South America. I’ve never been to a proper resort (the closest I’ve come is that Borscht-Belt place for Kristyn’s wedding), but I’m pretty sure that this place counts as one. Great food, cool pool, fantastic atmosphere and responsible, organized staff. Even our roommates, Blerg and Bjorn the Finnish and Mr. Cool the South African were great guys. And they had ridiculously high-pressure hot water showers.

And then, the falls. Right now I’m not exactly sure what to say about Iguazu Falls. I’ve run into a few people that have already made the trek up here and of course, everyone has said amazing things about it. And it’s all true. One thing that I can say is that while standing over one of the falls and watching a hundred thousand million billion square miles of water rushing down a light-year-tall cliff below me at twelve hundred thousand miles per hour, I said, “this truly is one of the seven wonders of the world.” And I absolutely believed it. You should go there.

And! We took an out-of-control, most definitely life-endangering dinghy ride into the bottom of the falls while a tropical depression raged around us, blowing trees over all around the park and cutting power to most of the surrounding area. I whooped and hollered and yelled my face off while trying to take horrible photos and I couldn’t stop smiling for, well, even now. I learned after we got done with the Gran Aventura that we were on the one and only boat of the day, and that the pilots reported back that it was stupid and foolhardy to take Germans and Americans and the Dutch out in weather like that, that surely someone would die. Yet, happily, I survived.