For Alex and I, the adventure continued as we ventured yet further south. From Bariloche we embarked on the 28 hour journey to El Calafate. We were loving our front row seats where we were joined by an English doctor who could only be described as wet. Within the first few hours he had complained about the weather, the bus seats, the leg room, the length of the journey, his Spanish, the local’s lack of English, why we were stopping, why we weren’t stopping, the food and he had moisturised his hands twice…
If you read the last blog post you won’t be surprised to hear that we hadn’t found a hostel in Santiago. Fortunately after a quick stop at an internet cafe we found a cheap one and hopped in a taxi. We were both feeling a little worse for wear after attempting to drain Mendoza’s wine supply so it was an early night for us both.
Ed, Al, Pat and I took the ferry back from Colonia, Uruguay and once back in Buenos Aires, Ed and I moved to join Al and Pat at Kris and Rodrigo’s apartment, two friends of Kemi’s who very kindly agreed to host us. That night we all went to Bomba de Tiempo which is a drumming performance.
There have been several places that I have had trouble describing in my time in South America so far, Iguazu Falls definitely fits on that list. We were up early to get the bus to the falls, to start with, on the Brazilian side. The plan was to see both sides in one day which is not really recommended but with the same issue of time, we didn’t really have a choice.