Hello frozen hell… we are flying back to Canada.
On our way back to Argentina, we couldn´t miss the greatest waterfalls in South America: Iguazú.
The falls are located between Argentina and Brazil. The national parks have a total of 275 falls (!), some over 80 meters tall! Basically, just when you think you took the perfect picture, there is another better waterfalls just around the corner.
Not yet tired of Buenos Aires, its huge steaks and great nigtlife, we nonetheless decided to travel further, to Uruguay, a country we had never been to. Montevideo was supposed to be a great capital, small and safe enough to be traveled easily, yet very nice to visit.
I find Argentina´s national psyche fascinating. Of course, as an outsider, it is difficult to define, pretentious even. But as a former European, I feel a connexion with this country. Argentinians like to eat (late), drink (good wines), smoke, dance, listen to music, talk and hang out in groups, seem to value their family, and love kids.
Everywhere there are signs: “¡no hay moneda, no insista!” (we do not have change, don´t insist). So instead of receiving, let´s say, 25 cents for change, you will get a bubble gum or a candy. Great. But we still don´t have change.
We arrived late the first night and we figured we would have to starve until the next day, because nothing would be open. Yeah, right… We found an hostel in the microcentro, right by Avenida 9 De Julio (the widest street in the world!) and we barely had to walk ten meters before seeing bars, food, bookstores, cafés… What a sight!
Working class “La Boca” is a barrio of Buenos Aires, famous for its colorful houses and home of the Boca Junior soccer team. Italian immigrants settled there, at the mouth (“boca”) of the Riachuelo river, giving the place a strong European feel.
Bus rides are pretty tiring. We try to sleep as much as we can, but between the police check points (“Señores passajeros, por favor, su pasaporte o su cedula de identidad…”) and the many many stops, it is hard to doze off for more than a few hours. Not to mention that at every stop (including gas stations), the driver will yell “cinco minutos, no más” and that we will jump on our sits and run outside for fresh air, a smoke, bathrooms or a snack.
As the sun hit the face of the glacier, around noon, we witnessed several huge chunk of ice collapsing in the Canales de los Témpanos (Iceberg Channel). Enormous blocks suddenly crashed into the water, causing a huge wave, temporally clearing the water of other icebergs for a few minutes.
Traveling to the Southernmost city in the world is pretty exciting. Sure, it´s a silly symbol, but it´s fun to sit by the seaside and imagine Antarctica is right there, barely 1,000 kilometers away. To know that Canada is 13,000 North. To reach the end of the road, literally.
We were not prepared for how bizarre and expensive was Ushuaia though.