The Brazilian town Foz de Iguazú was pretty big, but seemed much safer than we had expected. Apparently, it could not be compared to Río Janeiro where our Israeli friends Tomer and Eyal from Ushuaia had been robbed twice by now.
We enjoyed reading signs in the portuguese language, but could hardly understand a word in the Brazilian soap opera that was shown on the national TV. Some words were completely different, for example abacaxi was portuguese for pine apple. Happily, the local pharmacist knew some words in spanish. He even managed to explain to me that I should use the antibiotics against my skin infection a bit longer than I had done before. He was right!
The restaurants here were surprisingly good to be in South American. Even so, we chose to return to the spanish speaking part of the world, ending our long journey by visiting the two 'Guay countries'. The first turned out to be the oddest experience on our journey.
