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Published: December 11th 2010
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So we left Florianopolis and got on another overnight bus to Iguaza Falls. As a special treat I had not one passanger in the seat next to me but two, a woman with a child on her lap. Now I am not an expert on parenting but my general understanding is that if you keep a toddler up during the day it will sleep through the night. The woman I was sitting next to went with a different approach, she decided to let the baby sleep all day so come the night time it was wide awake and crawling all over me. It sort of goes without saying that I didnt sleep much.
We arrived in Iguaza early in the morning and went to our hostel and slept. We awoke in the early afternoon and decided to go to the Brazalian side of the falls which we were told werent as good as the Argentinian. We went to get the bus and we must have been doing something wrong as they were just driving past us. We eventually got one to stop by standing in front of it. However by the time we got to the falls they were closed, annoying.
We wrote it off and booked up the Argentinian side for the next day.
We woke up the next day and got the bus to the Argentianian side, after crossing another border we eventually got into the park and had a walk around. The place was immense and I have never seen anything like it. The sounds and the power of the falls were only beaten by the views, absolutely immense. We wandered around the view points and then went to do the boat ride we had included in our tour. The boat takes you under the falls, it was ridiculous, so loud and wet but a lot of fun. We were soaked when we started the tour back through the forest to the main falls sight but it was so hot we were dry by the end. We went to another view point and then left the park, we were of course late and kept everyone else on the trip waiting. We got back to our hostel and chilled out and the next day caught our last over night bus to Buenos Aries.
We again arrived in Buenos Aires in the early hours, we got a cab to the
hostel we were booked into, when we arrived we were delighted to see it had been closed for what looked like a very long time. Annoying, we got back in the cab and found somewhere better so the joke was on them. After another day spent catching up on sleep we met up with Jeremy and Victoria the couple we had seen all over South America. We grabbed a few drinks and headed to the hostel bar. It was Haloween so everyone was dressed up, not Doug and I. We planned to go to Pacha later and there was no way we were going there looking like prats and burkes. Obviously in the bar everyone kept coming up to us and asking we werent dressed. We had a few drinks and got the bus to Pacha which was ridiculous, you know its a good night when you leave and the sun is out. The people in fancy dress in Pacha soon realised why we hadnt done fancy dress, they were the only ones dressed up in there and looked daft.
The next day was a complete right off. The following day we went and had a look around the city,
we went to Boca for lunch and did a tour of the stadium. We had planned Buenos Aires around the Boca v River Plate derby. However the former president of Argentina, Hestor, whose wife was the current president had died and they had cancelled all the football matches for the weekend so we would miss the game by a couple of days. Annoying. The following day we went to Recoleta were Eva Parron was buried, bit weird just looking around a cemetry. The day after we went to Palermo with Jeremy and Victoria whcih was a pretty cool pace. In the evening we had another night out so the next day was again a right off.
On the Saturday we went to watch Boca play. The crowd was pretty wild and when the players came out it really kicked off. However the standard of football was again shocking, similar to Brazil which was a bet of a let down as we were expecting fluid one touch but we got lump it long to the big man. It was a good experience but the standard eased the blow of missing Boca v River Plate. We went back to Pacha again on
the Saturday night, it was nowhere near as good as the previous Saturday. Sort of like when you try and rehatch things with an ex.
We spent the Sunday watching the football, culture vultures. They obviously showed the Man City v West Brom game instead of Liverpool's triumphiant win over Chelsea because they love Tevez. Annoying again. The following Monday we had booked up to go to Uruguay, we got the boat and then the coach over to Montivideo. It was a ghost town. Nothing was open when we got there and it was so quite, we just spent the next three days chilling out. I was severly sleep deprived when we got there due to snorers in the hostel dorm the week before so slept a lovely 14 hours on consecutive nights, immense. We made our way back to Buenos Aires for the weekend.
We had planned our last night all around Creamfields, a one day festival. On the Saturday we had a few drinks in the afternoon and made our way down to the festival in the early evening. We spent the night bumbling round from tent to tent watching various djs, its was immense, we left as
the sun was coming up. A great sign off to Buenos Aires which is a great city and to South America which was an incredible experience. The 19 hour journey to Sydney following Creamfields was not fun by any stretch of the imagination.
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