In the border, I met Marcos [es]. Once in Brazil, I went directly to the hostel I planned. It wasn’t satisfactory, though it had good reviews on the Internet.
I visited the Parque Nacional das Cataratas do Iguaçu, and got too exposed to the sun, without any severe effect.
After some hours with the hot Thayane [br] preparing caipirinhas, the undecided confessions of Alberto [co,de], and some standard conversations with some gringas and the owner of the hostel, I called it a night.
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