Blogs from Resistencia, Chaco, Argentina, South America - page 2

This morning I arrive at Resistencia at 4:00 am to change bus to Clorinda. Resistencia station was a real dump with lots of dogs and potors and nothing else at this hour. Good thing that I was alert because the tiket indicated on bus company and the actural bus was from another company. The loading and unloading cost me about $5.00. When I got to Clorinda I scurvy back into the tiny bus ticket office and assemble my bike. Got directions to the counsulate and road there. I have been here two years ago. The process of the visa took only an hour and then I found my way to the main road to the frontier. Got across without any difficlties. The ride to the border was 5 kilo and then 45 kilo more to Asuncion. ... read more

Aller vers l'ouest depuis Puerto Iguazu... Nous avons repris donc le bus depuis Puerto Iguazu vers 21h, ce même jour où nous étions arrivés dans cette ville, ce même jour où nous avons visité les chutes, soit vendredi dernier, 7 septembre. Notre destination véritable était "le nord-ouest", mais nous étions incertains, selon les infos recueillies, du chemin que nous pourrions emprunter. Pour des voyageurs lisant ce blog, disons que nous voulions y aller au plus court, soit "Iguazu - Formosa - Embarcación - Pocitos". Cependant rien ne nous indiquait qu'il soit possible d'effectuer le tronçon "Formosa - Pocitos", et tous nous suggéraient d'aller à Salta (environ 26 heures de bus!). Nous avons choisi de prendre un bus qui s'arrêtait à une dizaine d'heures d'Iguazu, soit Resistencia, et de voir rendu là-bas les possibilités... Resistencia Cette ville ... read more

I didn't pick up any laxatives today as planned. I started feeling better on my own. ...Until I realized I'll be stuck in South America when Art School Confidential opens in US theatres! Ugh! Why is my life so terrible? Aside from the 400+ sculptures, there's not much to see here in Resistencia. Yet, for some reason, despite the constant overwhelming presence of car fumes and roaring mufflerless engines, I've in fact found myself relatively enchanted by this town. Maybe it's because some intersections here inexplicably look like Old Vegas. Or maybe because the man who single-handedly runs our lovably dumpy El Hotelito reminds me of a Spanish-speaking Charles Laughton. Or maybe it's all the labor protesting, but that doesn't really count because it's Labor Day today and that's what they do on Labor Da... read more