Some of my human companions had the idea of waking up to see the sunrise at Iguazu.
That’s crazy talk.
First of all, the park doesn’t open till 8:00am, meaning some illegal fence hopping action had to happen. I’m not inclined to get my bear butt banned in this country for the sake of some falling water.
Second, what sensible bear wakes up before sunrise anyway?
So Nicholas and I did what sensible animals around the world all do.
We stuck our heads under pillows and slept until everyone came back.
Meaning that our first glimpse of Iguazu was in the daytime.
It’s the end of the W. We’re waiting for the bus. That’s as good a time as any to hang out on a hammock. With my bear buddy. And Las Torres in the background.
Today was a nice day. It was also a long day. For Nicholas. Well it was a long day for me too, but I just got carried. Nicholas had to do the carrying. After yesterday’s torrential downpour, I was happy to see good weather. And some nice views.
Today Nicholas knew better than to keep me stuffed in a bag.
Sometimes, like today, I like to watch the camping folk pitch their tent in high wind conditions from the comfort of my cot shielded from said high wind conditions.
Given that their outer shell blew off overnight, I’m glad I am inside and not out there.
Here I am not laughing at the suckers brave folk deciding to camp outside before a windstorm.
Truth be told Santiago is not so bad on a summer day when half the city isn’t around because they are all on vacation. (Because it makes the city less smoggy.) Here’s a view from the top of San Cristobal.
We live across from this hill with a white statue on it. I see it every day. One day, I decided Nicholas should carry me up that hill. He wanted to put me in a bag. I wanted him to hand carry me. We found a compromise.
And with that, I guess I can say I’ve now done the Santiago tourist thing. That’s the Virgen, aka the-white-statue-I-see-on-the-hill-across-from-my-house.
