Our first night started well with juicy and cheap steaks the size of our heads, but what we didn't know is that when you gain a kilo, you lose at least two, and apparently from your luggage. So off we went to Buenos Aires to search for a replacement camera, bag, lenses and a flash. Due to this and the battery of the iPhone running out, we only have three pictures from the Argentinian side of the falls.
Unfortunately we also lost our Brazilian portuguese hand book, so there's no going back into the arms of Brazil and Hostel Natura. At least there we could throw our stuff around and nobody would take it, not from next to our beds.
Like Brazil, Argentina is HUGE so our bussride from Porto de Iguazù to Buenos Aires took about 20h. It was an overnight buss, but I couldn't sleep since the sky was full of stars that I personally can never get enough of. While Niklas snored off in his fully reclined cama suite chair-bed-spaceshuttle, I took my time trying to figure out if there was anything familiar to spot in the glittery sky. The moon perhaps, but even that was upsidedown.
Sooner than we thought, the lights of Buenos Aires redded the sky, stars disappeared into the haze of co2 and other shit shat by the millions after millions of porteños and the time came to pick up our gear and go hunting.
Buenos Aires was a pleasant surprise, another surprise was that the ex-president/current presidents husband had just died, so Buenos Aires was in a state of confusion. What confused the confusion was the census being counted on the day of our arrival, so basicly when we entered the city it was very ghostly and empty, nothing was open and nobody was out, except señora Taxi Driver of course. But luckily our driver didn't distort the calculations too much since me and Niklas filled in like heroes. Now we are finally part of something: the population of Buenos Aires.
But the bueno in Buenos Aires doesn't end in being part of the population, it is the design of the city, the vibe it gives out and the weird way it feels so European but has details that scream Latin America. I loved how street music, even the worst, sounded awesome. The subway ride back from the delicious Vegan take-away went by fast as two random guys displayed their talent of singing and drumming weird objects.
Restaurants are also a bueno. In the land of sweet Pablo the cow it's hard to imagine such a wide range of good vegan and vegetarian restaurants, maybe some people here just understand what makes Pablo so perfecto and have decided they'd rather perfect themselves by eating Pablos food.
We are bound to go back to Buenos Aires in some point, to check out stuff we didn't have time to do on this visit. Halloween threw us out from the city for now, but we'll be back, even if it's just to get our non-fake money back from the deceiving taximan. Thanks for the fake ones though, made a nice origami. (I must say he was a very talented scam artist though, points for that.)
We are now on the way to El Bolson. This time we're traveling in cama, and they don't even offer us water. Our surroundings are a mixture of red dead redemption and mars. Very red, dead, dry and monotone. Roads are a standard straight, cars passing every 10 minutes or so. My question is, how long do we have to go?
... Been in el Bolsón a few days now
:)))
Location:El Bolsón, Rio Negro, Argentina
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