Las Cataratas del Iguazú (Argentinian side)

At the park entrance the guide gets us our tickets and we walk in as a group.

First is a short walk through the lower circuit which leads us to the docks for the river boats.
After putting our stuff into a watertight bag and being equipped with life vests we go onto the river.
A First look at one of the waterfalls, back out, last Foto op for a second waterfall, cameras away.
Aaaand in the waterfall we go.

Brrrrrr. That was cold. And harsh. You weren’t able to look into the waterfall as the waterdrops were too hard. After a short breather we just went back in again.
Afterwards the trip went back to the first waterfall. We would have had time for a quick shampooing. Unfortunately the life vests where quite bulky. And on into that waterfall where the captain tried to stay a short while. Then out, just to go back in again. And yeah still freezing cold, heavy drops and loads of water.
(Un)fortunately that was the end of that adventure.

After a short lunch we went on to do the upper circuit. Which only brings you back to the train station through the rainforest instead of directly to the devils throat where the most impressive waterfalls are.

The train just got full a few people ahead of us so we decided to walk. On the way we meet some butterflies that only flew up when we were right on top of them. It was a feeling of fairy dust thrown on you.

At the devils throat we saw some remnants of the old walkway and then it was on to taking pictures again.
Everyone was looking for the money shot with the rainbow over the waterfall. Let’s just say you will get wet doing that.

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The way back to the entrance was done via the train.

So back to Brazil. Same surreal situations like in the morning. Only difference: No guy having a look.

But I managed to loose my credit card in the bus when I pulled out my passport. It fell between my seat and the wall. Trying to get it out it only went in further.
At the next stop a nice girl tried to help me get it out. But in the end it just fell the last centimeter under the seat.
Nice. How an I going to get a new credit card to wherever I am going to be then?

Or is it maybe possible to get beneath the seats without having to disassemble the whole car?
The guide was nice enough to bring some of the passengers to an ATM. While we were waiting I asked him if there is a way through the back of the car. He opened the back doors for me. And there right next to the spare tire:

My credit card!

So all was fine again. Phew.