The Gringo Flag

When I was about to take off from the Sao Paulo bus station, I saw this kid; he looked like he was not a day older than 20. He was frail and had long hair, sporting a very expensive backpack. His backpack was flawlessly new, without any wrinkles or scratches. What a newbie, I though ... might as well wear a Gringo Flag.
Foz do Iguazu is not a place many Brazilians really have an interest in, evidenced by the fact that I was the only Brazilian on the bus. When you add destination, looks and the expensive backpack, I was sure this guy was a gringo.
This bus took off and the frail gringo stayed at the station. The ride to Foz was uneventful. A Paraguayan girl kept getting phone calls from what appeared to be her Brazilian boyfriend. She went on and on about how it was the last time he had pulled out a stunt like that and this time she was gone for good.
I made it to Foz and went to get a cup of coffee. Their version of a grande was a bucket of coffee that was enough for five. I was staying there, waiting for my bucket of coffee to cool off, when the frail body gringo got off a bus that had just arrived. The driver handed him his expensive backpack and he was off somewhere.
I finished my coffee, or what my share of it was, and went to the information desk to get some info about a hostel. I didnt even have to ask, as a cute looking girl struggled with her broken English to direct the gringo to the nearest hostel.
I jumped in and asked if we could share a cab there... he said "all right"
The gringo turned out to be an Israeli who had just finished his 3 year mandatory military service and was off to his 6 month trip. I didn't know this, but later I would find out that Israelis love South America, but South America doesn't necessarily love them.
The gringo, Ramiz, and I made it to the hostel and I began to ask about the Falls and how to get there. I was hot as hell and I actually wanted to sit there and do nothing. There was this huge pool and it didn't take long until I was drawn to it.
I spent the whole day at the pool and as I was about to leave, I saw this really attractive girl. She had on an enormous bikini, which immediately flagged her as a gringa.
Rock hard abs, light skin and blue eyes. I watched her for a bit, but it was just too much to bear. What was the point of watching all that if I wasn't going to do anything.