The view from the other side...
28.07.2010 - 29.08.2010 22 °C
The morning after our day at the Argentinian side of the falls we took the quick bus ride across the border into Brazil to check out the falls from the other side of the river. It felt very odd being in another country but going to see the same attraction!
Before heading to the falls we had lunch at a 'per kilo' buffet, which is apparently very popular in Brazil. There's basically loads of meat, rice, beans and salad and you pay for what you eat by the kilo! It was really tasty, even though we had no idea what quite a lot of the stuff was.
We took a public bus which dropped us off right next to the entrance to the falls. They look completely different from this side as you're much further away, so you can really appreciate the scale. In total there's over 300 seperate falls, it's absolutely incredible.
There were even more rainbows here than we'd seen the day before, and at times the view looked too perfect to be true, with the vivid rainbows arching over the cascading falls. There's only one trail on the Brazil side so it only takes a couple of hours instead of a full day which meant we were done by the early afternoon, in time to visit the bird sanctuary nearby.
This was a bird sanctuary like nothing we'd seen before, as the enclosures were so large you could walk through them, with the exotic birds swooping right past your head. We saw loads of different birds but the main reason we'd wanted to visit was to see the toucans. Amazingly, within a couple of minutes of walking into their huge cage one landed on the railing of the path about a foot away from us. They're such beautiful birds, which look completely out of proportion with their beaks almost as long as their bodies. We could have stayed here all day, but when one of the toucans pooed directly onto the head of a little girl standing next to us, we decided it was time to leave! Just before we left the park I couldn't help having a little hold of a blue and yellow macaw. This photo was taken shortly before it started trying to eat my neck...
That evening we caught what seemed like the 100th night bus of the trip 13 hours to Campo Grande, where we'd begin our tour of the pantanal region.