Hot in a hammock

If you`ve never scored in a hammock, I strongly suggest you give it a try. Last night was definitely a winner in the shag stakes, and we even managed to pull it off with about 20 Israelis going buck-wild in the pool behind us. Lucky it was about 4am and there were no lights on.

The person in question was a very cute Englishman who turned out to play lead guitar in his band back home (somehow I magnetise towards these people)... so yes, I am still wondering how I managed to score him. Yes, there was alcohol involved but still, back in London people like him just do not look twice at me. Oh well, I ain´t complaining!! I´m sure it won´t be the first time I say, "When in Iguazu..."

It started when I reacted really embarrassingly to him standing at the bar, not expecting such a good-looking guy to be there, and then me admitting that story to him while blushing immensely... a short tango lesson later and I was (somehow) in.

Today I have spoken to him a little but not much, get the distinct feeling it was a one-night-only show... a bummer as he was certainly blessed with more than just good looks. Holy hell. He actually originally asked me about working here but funnily enuf is questioning it today... should I be offended??

Enter Foz do Iguacu

The thing I hate most about traveling - and traveling alone, at that - is getting to airports. Besides the fact my backpack is ridiculously heavy, I always have the worst fears that I will miss my flight and waste all that money, as well as having to find another way to get wherever I was going. But not to fear... this time, I gave myself extra time and got there right on time. Not without waiting for a bus that never arrived and having to get a short cab ride to another airport to get a bus to my airport... don´t even ask. Bloody Rio transport.

So we are on the plane. Australian boys to my left, what I thought was a European boy on my right proved to be a tanned Englishman (quite cute, too). I got talking to them all at one point and ended up sharing a cab to town when we got in with some others... it being about 2am n all. Gotta love cheap flights. Did I mention that I was flying instead of the bus because I randomly found a ticket on sale the night before I left? Yeah. Super sweet.

So I am now in Foz do Iguacu... for those that don´t know, it is a well-known (well, to everyone besides me until 48 hours earlier) place with some amazing waterfalls - some say they pale in comparison to Niagara Falls (but that was probably a Brazilian saying that) - but I knew next to nothing about them so my expectations were not high.

The cab ride in was unsurprising... the town is not big, centred around these falls it kinda feels like east coast regional Australia in between the big towns. Or some kind of outback Casino oasis. Either way, not much to do besides the falls here methinks.

I got to my hostel, realising on the way I had booked it for the wrong night, but thankfully the lady at reception was super nice and sorted me a room anyway. Met some nice girls (Aussie and English) who were on my flight and in my room, and made loose plans with aforementioned English boy to go fall-ing the next day. I was BUGGERED but still had trouble sleeping at first... heart still beating a little irregularly from the previous night´s efforts...