Inn, and the massive swimming pool, volleyball court, outdoor bar and bbq were
sighted. We had landed in the two gate brick airport at Iguazu Falls in the north of
Argentina at the border between Brazil, Paraguay, and Argentina. Our hostel was
clearly the coolest thing since sliced bread (thanks again to Franscesca at STA travel).
There were pool tables, an evening tango show, a movie room, a kitchen for guests,
free internet, another bar, and cheap laundry inside. One just needed to ignore the
brief water outage and the deadly hunt for blood filled mosquitoes that I bravely
embarked on to ensure protection from bloodsuckers in the night time. The hostel was
sort of like an awesome fraternity house with dozens of twenty something travelers.
We went into the town of Iguazu via the local bus to get some food. The stores
on the street consisted of cheap souvenir stores, expensive eateries, travel agents,
liquor stores, and grocery stores. The buildings reminded me strongly of run down
areas of Hawaii, typical tropical haunts. Relaxation in the humidity was immediate and
irrevocable. I even began to wonder whether humans instinctively respond to warm
weather that smells of ample water and the ability to grow food easily.
Our hostel lobby.
We made this dinner at the hostel.
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