Oops missed one!

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I think I have managed to pass through and entire country without writing a blog. And a big country too. One 5000km long and an entire time zone wide. Just like the steaks! Except that they are thicker, more juicy and dripping with blood.

So yeah we got a bus to Salta alright and finally managed to escape Bolivia. We haven't been converted into political radicals, at least no more than we were, and actually have probably more stable stomachs than we entered with, though that isn't saying much.

People keep commenting on how much Argentina is like Europe. And in a way it is: the people are very mixed race, it is clean, the tap water can be drunk (apparently) and food in restaraunts though costing narrowly more actually has what we call "taste". But then I think probably that Argentina is more like Argentina than Europe. The level of quality is modelled on Europe but the type of services are totally different. It is at the end of the day a South American country in a totally different climate with completely different types of people, who do not all yet have the cummunual guilt that Europe suffers but instead the cummunual arrogance (albeit an embarrased arrogance, due to the economic crash of a few years ago).

Steaks are as good as they say, and half the price. I could say the same for women, but cannot comment on the subject of price.

Oh yeah, had my birthday in Salta. Got rather wasted thanks to some Canadians that we were travelling with who decided I had to have an alcoholic drink for each of my 23 years. Didn't wake up hungover, but still drunk. As a result we didn't really do much in Salta. Watched a shit film (in English) and ate good steak, drank tasty wine, and ate good steak, tried (and failed) to go paintballing, and ate a good steak.

24 hours of buses got us to the other side of Argy, in Iguazu. Finally out of the Andes for good, and waving a sweaty hello to the temperatures of the jungle. Somehow Puerto Iguazu reminded both myself and Isla of Ashtead! Its leafy suburbian comfort is for most (including us) just a gateway to the falls. And oh what falls they are.

If I had nine lives, I would most definitely spend one jumping off Iguazu Falls, just to see what it was like. But with all the different angles that you can look at the falls from the Argentinian side you barely need to jump. You can stand on the top, gaze from afar and boat-ride underneath. It is awe-some/inspiring and lets say no more.

Now we have hopped the border (with a skip via the dampened mats on which you must wipe your feet at the doorstep to enter Brazil) and am now sat in the bus station of Foz De Iguazu awaiting a FULL cama bus to Sao Paulo.

Till then

x

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