After our long, restful week (9 days) in Cafayate, it was time to move on. The five of us (four adults and one very grown up 4 year old) hopped into a cab heading to Salta. These were our last 3 hours together with our new friends. I suppose that since we survived such a journey it goes to show that this friendship could last a long time. After arriving at the Salta terminal, we parted ways as they were heading west to Chile and we were looking to go east.
Unfortunately, we weren’t able to catch the bus out of town the same day and we had to wait until the following afternoon. So we were stuck in Salta for one night. I say stuck in Salta because, well, “been there, done that.” At this point, we were ready to move on to some place new.
Surving The Heat
After a nice, long 23-hour bus ride, we finally arrived in the hot and humid Puerto Iguazu! We went from a dry, hot climate to a HOT and HUMID climate. It was atrocious! It really was nearly unbearable. (I think sweatbands could possibly be fashionable in this neck of the woods, at least they would be practical.) We found a hostel with air-conditioning, but they didn’t have availability at their place for the first night. But they arranged for us to stay with a senora across the street; fan only. My theory was that if you walked slow or just sat still the humidity (and the mosquitoes) wouldn’t be so bothersome. So the next morning we woke up early, moved our things back to the hostel to our new room with air-conditioning and headed to the Falls.
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