Iguazu Falls

1 week, 200 Photo's, 250 waterfalls, 3 countries and 1 lost Irishmen later and I was done with one of the wonders of the world. The Iguazu adventure started with 1 Kiwi and 2 dazed Irishmen stumbling down a dusty road towards what we hoped would be our accommodation for the night. The signs were telling us we were headed towards "Hostel Natura" and although there was talk of the possibilities of stumbling into a nudist colony we walked on.... a little faster. What we found was not a nudist colony at all (much to Hazys disappointment) but the coolest place ever. The following days were a blur of lots of flowing liquids. The days were consumed looking at waterfalls, talking crap with the Brazilian Cousins (who owned the place) on the shores of the Iguazu river or over the pool table, a visit to Paraguay (a story in itself but man do they like their guns), a few border crossings by the Irish lads in the name of "scoring some points" and many an hour of celebrating with the Brazilian Boys and there friends in the name of a brilliant hostel.
Most people wizz through the falls but when you have great Brazilian company (which included a on Magician (who are very tricky characters indeed), two perpetually pissed Irishmen and a kiwi happy to waste away the days in the orchard next door, we decided a little extra time was needed. This was a wise choice and the days were soaked up well by all, except hazy. Hazy managed to go out for a quick pint one night. After arriving home at 7:30am and informing us of his grand adventures he managed to collapse into a very deep sleep. Deep enough that no matter how much I jabbed, prodded or shook, at 10am he would not wake. John the butcher and I decided to debate what to do with the drunkard over breakfast where we decided water would be the best path of action. Bucket in hand we returned to the room to discover an empty bed. Coming to the conclusion that in his drunken state he had gone to the falls without us we headed of on a photo taking rampage that would make any Japanese tourist proud. We arrived back to the hostel at 6pm to find a very very confused Irish Hazy. Apparently he had managed to move to the next dorm room while we were at breakfast. He awoke to discover himself in a dorm room on a bed with no sheets, in his tighty whites, for what his clock told him was 5 (am or pm, hmmmm) with some people wondering what sort of person managed to travel so light as to forget cloths.
I am now in Ushuaia (the bottom of the world and stepping stone to Antarctica) and have been snowboarding through 6 inches of fresh powder for the past three days. Last I saw the Irishmen were still trying to peace things together in Iguazu. If found please feed them potatoes and beer, without which they appear to be inoperable.