We woke early and had our desayuno from Hostel Sol, and then headed for Jorge Newberry airport. If ever you’re in Buenos Aires, it’s worth noting that there are three airports. Odds are if you’re doing an international flight, it’s at Ezeiza airport, and a domestic from Jorge Newberry. I’ll ignore the third.
Upon arrival, pandemonium – as was becoming apparent as being quite common, flights were cancelled and delayed everywhere. There were television crews filming as well. We checked in anyway and seeing our flight was delayed, headed to our favourite coffee area for caffeine, food and wifi. It’s good when you get to know an airport, especially when you have to spend hours waiting there, or sleeping there. Stansted and Luton – I have my sleeping areas, and Gatwick has a ton of handy power points.
Finally a new announcement – “Ask Agent”. Brilliant. We attempted in our poor Spanish to try and ask what was going to happen, and a helpful businessman translated – we were told to simply wait. A few minutes later an English guy came zipping past and asked if we were going to Iguazú – because it was now showing Last Call(!) and leaving in 10 minutes. Nice. Dashed through security and onto the plane, and then naturally sat there for 30 min before takeoff. Ah well.
A really nice flight up with a good view, until we hit the rainforest and the clouds started rolling in beneath the plane. Through gaps we could see about three separate layers of cloud, including some ominous dark ones. The clouds were low too, and we only had just appeared out from them to see the forest almost immediately beneath us when trees turned into landing strip and we were on the ground at Puerto Iguazú airport.
Raining outside, we grabbed our bags and hopped on one of the local omnibuses – 20 pesos to town – which for about 20km isn’t bad (taxi is 83 pesos apparently). The hostel we’d booked was Che Lagarto in the centre of town, and unfortunately for the second Hostelbookers.com booking in a row they didn’t have a record of us. Not to worry, we got moved from what would be a 10-bed dorm to a 5 bed ensuite room, and were shortly joined by Darren, a Spanish teacher from Detroit, Michigan (yes, a new U.S. state!). He was travelling for a couple of weeks before meeting friends in Santiago, Chile. He’s attempting to visit all countries in the Americas, and has quite the novel tattoo idea – a map of the Americas on his arm, slowly growing as each new country is seen, with the country being filled in with their flag. For his arm’s sake, I hope no countries change size or flag! We popped out to the supermarket and got some light snacks as the others still weren’t feeling too great, and crashed shortly afterwards.
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