Crossing the border from Iguazu Argentina into Foz do Iguaçu Brasil I had to hop on a bus from the station near my hostel, it dropped me of at immigration to fill out papers and another bus of the same company was to come by and pick me up to continue into Brasil. This wasn’t such a frequent event though and I was concerned when a weird Belgium girl with extreemly large glasses and a bowl cut told me she had been waiting by the side of the road for over two hours. I later found out she was trying to get to Paraguay which was in the other direction.
More and more strange people joined me on this sweltering road side including a French girl who when I asked her where she was from she replied in a forced French accent, “I don’t know how you pronounce it in English but France.” It took all the will power in the world for me not to laugh in her face. I don’t want to be a judgemental person but some people just really shock me. She got really peeved off at me because I didn’t have a bus reservation from Iguaçu to Florianopolis and that I didn’t own a watch or any type of time piece. I told her I don’t like time strapped to me but really I’m not working I’m just traveling I will get there when I get there and when I am hungry I will eat, that simple. I had to laugh when she started taking off all her wooden and plastic jewellery because she didn’t want to get robbed in Brasil. A group of Argentinean guys arrived one had a severe black eye. An American military looking guy joined the group who seemed to know the Argies as he was talking to them in Spanish. As I was trying to convince the Belgium girl to take the bus back into Argentina so she can get to Paraguay or to just forget it and go to Brazil two girls in leggings with long hair and two suit cases each which were almost the size of them arrived. They tried to get on a bus which they didn’t have a ticket for so there was a long shuffle of getting their suit cases on and then trying to get them back off again. Where did these people learn to travel and how did they get this far. Finally my bus arrived and I left the freaks behind except for the girl from “France,” pronounced in a snobby French accent. I’m pretty sure I continued to annoy her the whole way to the Brasil side and to the bus station. Most likely she is writing a blog right now about the freak girl from Canada.
The buses were quite full going to Florianopolis but I got on one and didn’t have to wait long, take that Frenchie!! The quality of overnight buses suddenly dropped 50 points between Brazil and Argentina. I believe it was one up from a chicken bus, there was no wait staff, no food, and no movies and where was my damn champagne! Had I been spoiled by Argentina?! What has happened to me?! The bus was packed with Brazilians that had loaded up on cheap goods at the border to bring back to Brazil and sell. The women looked trashy and the men seemed drunk. I sat back put my music on and read my book ready to embrace the thirteen hours which could have been a lot shorter if we didn’t stop about twenty times. It was ok though I was finally in Brazil everything was new, foreign and slightly confusing. No more familiar Spanish world I was ready to take on a new country!
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