On The Road: BA to Iguazu

  Morning viewers!
According to my pageview map I have gained followers from Australia, UK, USA, Germany, Malaysia and Argentina. I reckon that's pretty cool. Hopefully the Argentinians don't think what I'm saying about their country is bullshit, cause it may well be!

Hopefully this post will be a bit more of a gallery, because too many people have told you step by step what they did when they travelled. And there is no point just being the next guy to bang on about how amazing the nightlife is, and how epic the falls are (although it is, and they are).

The town supply of drinking water. Rose Garden, Palermo Soho.

Saturday night was my last night in Buenos Aires, apart from a short stop over to catch a flight next week. After the routine slab of steak had been demolished, this time with a big helping of cheddar melted on top, a few new friends and I headed to a club called Terazzas. This club holds approximately 10,000 people and my guess is that is was at capacity. The place has about 15 bars, seven dance floors including an outside one that was about the size of my primary school oval. The night went surprisingly quickly and before I knew it, it was 8 in the morning and we were being ushered out.

There's an inch-thick steak under that melted cheddar. There's a potato under that inch-thick sour cream.

The bus from Buenos Aires to Puerto Iguazu was about twenty hours all up and I think that's all I have to say about that.

Venturing to the Argentinian side of the falls today was a confusing mix of taxis trying to rip me off and local buses with seemingly no intent to miss pot holes in the road or wait until you're actually on the bus to take off. I think the road rules here suit me, there is little order and it is all very chaotic, but I have only seen one incident so far. Even it could be put down to the global fact that women are bad drivers.

It's thirsty work swimming, luckily the guy in the Quilmes hut kept me hydrated.

Once I got there, it was mind-bogglingly epic. It took all the brain power I could muster to fathom the amount of water there was gushing over a cliff, while simultaneously trying to bury the irrational urges to jump the rails. But... I sit here writing this all in one piece, so my will power must be strong. I walked along the path that goes down to the lower side of the falls. In my opinion, watching the water come at you gives you so much more appreciation for the shear power. It is definitely the place to spend the majority of your time at the falls, after you check out the top.

Always gotta remember where you came from. My first 'Stand and Smile'

My personal favourite way to view the falls, although only around the smaller ones. 

The second biggest spray I've ever had, behind my under 16s footy coach.

The next few days will see me doing a lot of travel due to bad organisation by my part. Next stop will be Florianopolis on the south coast of Brazil. I am spending Christmas there with a friend before heading to Rio. I am eagerly anticipating the beach!