Post asado shoot with the lovely Luce Paz...
After a long bus ride north, we stumbled into the sleepy little town of Iguazú on the Argentinian side of the cataratas. Photos and rumors of Iguazú fall´s magesty did little to prepare us for the next three days spent exploring the maze of pathways that surround the thundering cataracts.
Thunderstorms alternated pleasantly with the hot jungle sun, and our down time in the town spent playing futbol pickup matches, putting the hostel kitchen to good use, and swapping stories with other travelers was a nice change of pace from the bustle of the city.
Wandering the ancient paths of Recoleta cemetery, I was struck by the beauty reflecting in the dirty windows and behind the rusting bars of the old tombs.
9:00 I awake with a carefully crafted plan to spend today relaxing around el Refugio shooting Sean and Nico slack-lining - and thereby avoodomg the 2+ hour bushwhack/scramble to the adjacent valley to climb el Campanile with Blake and Scott. It's not that I don't like climbing, but having surpassed my expectations yesterday by climbing a 5.10 pitch on M2 (broken hand in tow) as well getting a number of solid shots of the guys climbing, I feel validated in a rest day.
10:00 Over a breakfast of fried sausage and polenta cakes topped with leftover pasta sauce, Blake...
Day IV & V we climb, shoot, climb, shoot, grub, sleep, repeat.
