Things you can't be at in bus station....

Things you can't be at in a south American bus station is sleeping in one.

After missing the bus we decided to get the earliest bus to Flori which was seven in the morning. There was no point in heading into Sao Paulo to get somewhere to stay for the night because by the time we got into the city we would nearly have to leave again. Sao Paulo is the biggest city in SA I think. There's eleven million people living in the city and the traffic can apparently be mental in the mornings.

So we decided to check the internet for somewhere close to the bus station to go. So we headed into the internet cafe in the bus station. Here we bumped into this American back packer from California who was an absolute bitch. she was around thirty five and had coloured dred locks in her hair. She was one of those has been back packers who refused to help us earlier when we were trying to buy tickets to Flori. Anyway I really wanted to punch her in the face but didn't. And who the fuck has coloured dred locks nobody because its not the fucking eighties anymore.

Anyway we tried to find a place near by on the internet but couldn't so we went to the information desk and asked there.

The woman at the desk was a bit mental and sent us down some weird under pass to a place there was apparently accommodation. There wasn't any there but there was a group of dodgy men standing around who were shouting taxi who followed us and then some favela kids who were definitely going to try rob us. Anyway we looked onto the street down below and just seen loads of dodgy characters and one neon sign saying hotel. This was definitely not a hotel. It looked like somewhere smack heads hang out which it probably was since there was loads of smack heads hanging around outside.

We legged it back to the relative safety of the bus station and picked a spot to sleep. Markus slept on the floor but I couldn't sleep. There was this tiny little Bolivian man sitting near by who was sneaking around and rolling something on the ground which to be honest was probably his own teeth. I stayed awake so the little Bolivian wouldn't rob us but then I eventually drifted off to sleep for a couple mins.

The station then got really cold and filled with loads of other dodgy people. I woke up and spotted the little Bolivian knocking around still so we moved to the other side of the station.

Here I managed to sleep for a bit but every time I woke up the station had filled with more weirdos. Eventually seven o'clock rolled around and we ran down to jump on our 12 hour bus journey to Flori.

The bus journey obviously took longer then 12 hours because the bus driver again was picking up people and dropping old ladies to the front door. Bus drivers in Brazil are sound like that.

When we got to Flori we checked into the hostel over looking the beach and went to meet (Marion and Paul the couple I met in rio) for a few drinks and a table quiz.

The table quiz was in an English bar and was probably the worst table quiz I've ever been to.It was run by this English yuppee who asked pretentious questions like name Steffi graphs parents. Who the fuck knows the answer to that!

The beach at Flori itself was unreal but unfortunately there was no waves so I couldn't bang out my amazing surf skills. Instead
we went sand boarding which was really cool and a good bit of craic.

After Flori we jumped on a bus to iguazu falls then crossed the border into Argentina to see the falls. Crossing the border we met to English girls and Portuguese guy who were good craic so we all crossed the border into Argentina together.

After checking into the hostel we had a look around Puerto iguazu where at the time motofest was on so the town had loads of Brazilian motor cyclists driving around all but other then that the town was quiet.

Next day we went to iguazu falls which to be honest are probably one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. The sheer size and volume of water  that passes through the falls is incredible. We then did the boat trip under the falls which was incredible and you get completely soaked doing it but well worth it just to see an entire boat of people giggle and scream like school girls.

The next day myself and the norweign had to part ways because I was heading to Buenos Aires and markus was heading back to Rio.

Big shout out to markus it was greet craic travelling with you and best of look on your travels.Don't forgot I still want that barrel of oil when I get home. If you ever plan a trip to Ireland to see how the poor people live let me know and I'll show you around the mean streets of Dublin.

Next stop Buenos Aires....where everything got a little crazy.