Back to Puerto Iguazu

When I suggested to my Mom that perhaps she could remember today’s experience and use it in one of her novels, she said she didn’t have the words.

I have one: terrifying.

The road from Posados to Carlos Pelligrini was said to be impassable in the rain. The night before we left the Ibera wetlands, we were treated to an incredible rain storm.

The alternative to driving north would be a 6 hour detour, but luckily the lodge manager said the road was passable.

I’m happy to report it was passable, but only via a slippery, slidely, muddy messy drive. Jason (who has a giant steering wheel and better knowledge of which way the bus might go) wasn’t as worried. And my mom, bless her – she didn’t complain a bit. She did commiserate with me later, though.

And perhaps it was just the back seat – we were flailing around and fish-tailing the entire ride. Bode loved it – he said it was like a roller coaster and he was on the verge of puking… in a good way.

Later, Jason did offer to stop once we hit the pavement… so that we could kiss it.

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Back in Puerto Iguazu, we stopped by the Guira Oga Animal Rescue Center. When asked before the tour, Bode told the guide he wanted to see an ocelot and bats. Unfortunately, there were no cats or bats,  but we did seem some owls (though too far away to get a good shot). The center seems to do a lot of great work rehabilitating and releasing animals. There was an impressive falconry area.

Mostly, they had birds. And, what was most interesting to me, were the animal visitors outside the caged habitats – a parrot outside of the parrot cage, a toucan hanging out by the toucan cage, even a monkey gal that fell in love with a very old caged howler male. Apparently, she comes by every day. Twice, they have driven her to a park miles away and she’s returned.  Ahh, true love.