I write this post on Saturday morning — not from Iguazu Falls as planned, but from New York – JFK, Terminal 2.
That’s right. I never made it to Iguazu Falls.
There were a ton of little things that went wrong with my trip, and they all caught up with me Friday afternoon in Sao Paulo.
Basically, I was both physically and mentally exhausted. Confronting me was a ten-hour layover in Sao Paulo before a late night flight to Iguazu Falls. Considering how exhausted and out of it I felt at 4pm, I couldn’t imagine dealing with negotiating with a Brazilian cab driver, crossing the Brazil / Argentina border, and locating a small hostel in Puerto Iguassu, Argentina twelve hours later.
But what exactly happened to get to that point?