Argentina

Boring bus journey and a simple long winded border crossing country number 6 was added to the passport. Salta is a big city but it had a nice vibe to it, a drink and sausage sandwich for 2.50€ I was fed. I met a Liverpool lad Craig on the bus and he spoke Spanish so I tagged along with him. We changed money on the blue market and strolled around the main square, there was a stage set up and models were walking a catwalk. On the way back to the hostel we heard noise in a hall and it turned out to be a local basketball game so we went in to watch. The refereeing was nothing short of shocking, we couldn't figure out the rules and it became clear neither could the players. Every decision was argued and often the ref would change his mind. A bad call was made with 30 seconds to go, a player was sent off and the ref decided to abandon the game. Even tho the home team were 30+ points ahead, punches were nearly thrown. Friday was a 24hr bus to Iguazù, it's looking like I'm gonna make it to Rio. Made it to Iguazù for 4.30' I'd done all right read an entire book, updated the blog and slept. I'd read about one hostel in lonely planet and it was right across from the bus station, sure that'll be perfect. Checked in and stared to attempt to plan my trip to the falls. Started chatting to a French guy Adrien, he was traveling on his own too, so he was stuck with me for the next 30 odd hours. He was going to the falls the next morning with 3 French girls, so I decided I'd tag along after all they had cameras. Saturday night Adrien and I went out for food, it was time to try the argentine food everyone had said was unreal. We got a meat and cheese platter to start, I had a steak sandwich and Adrien got a pizza which I finished. Decent food, expensive but good. 

The next morning we had breakfast, bread and jam. Then headed for the falls in a taxi. The falls were amazing, we walked a few different paths with unreal views.

I hadn't realised the others were bringing packed lunches and I was starving so I decided I'd treat myself to a subway, it was unbelievably expensive, I couldn't justify paying 15€ for the foot long , well I ended up deciding I'd still be hungry if I didn't I may as well treat myself. Supremo sub and bottle of Fanta in hand I head outside to eat it. Sub on table less than a second and three courtis (kinda like a cross between a lemur and an antelope, only cos of the nose) jump onto the table grabbing the sub, I attempt to grab it back, slap the courtis he didn't even flinch, I get hold of half the sub and he trots of with the other half as his friends eat the spillage. Everybody around me was laughing and I was left with half a 15€ sub, to say I wasn't impressed is an understatement, I've found an animal I hate more than cats. We got a bus back to the hostel and me and Adrien headed for dinner, we found a nice looking Italian restaurant it was expensive and looked very posh, we went for it anyway. Only once we'd sat down did we realise the price of the pasta didn't include the sauce, we stayed anyway and the pasta was gorgeous, I had fresh tomatoes with mine. Still hungry afterwards we wandered down to the main square, I bought my Argentinean bracelet and the lady gave us directions to a shop that was still open. I bought cheese and salami and ate them back at the hostel where we all played cards together for the night. On the mo day myself and Adrien head to Gürià Oga an animal rescue centre, we got there at about a minute to 11, just as the Spanish tour was leaving. The English tour wasn't till two and we both had buses to catch so we jumped on the Spanish tour and pretended to know what was going on. As we finished the tour another bus pulled up to take us back to the town, talk about perfect timing. A pay by weight buffet for lunch where we paid 75c for every 100g of food, I ended up with 800g. Off to Paraguay I go.