So we basically had found days spare in Argentina and decided to make the most of it and do as everyone else does and head to the Iguazú Falls.
Booking a bus was easy enough actually. Diego, the guy who owned the Hostel Elefante Rosa where we stayed, was very helpful in giving us the info we needed and we just went to the bus terminal the day before to book the tickets. (By the way that hostel was one of the coolest places I’ve ever stayed. The unmarked front door gave us a bit of a worry but the interior! So beautiful! It was one of those places where you’re like “I wish I was cool enough to live somewhere like is…”!)
Now we had thought long and hard about the best way to get to Puerto Iguazú and had decided that with costs of flights and accommodation that taking an overnight bus would be much better, especially since we had the time to spare. We chose to splash out the extra £20 and go for the super cama bus which meant that the bus seat would recline 180 degrees so we could sleep properly.
Everything was going swimmingly until disaster struck. Well I guess that’s a bit of an over exaggeration… We had completely underestimated how long it would take us to navigate around Buenos Aires after spending a day doing some sightseeing and some shopping and whilst we arrived at the Retiro Bus Terminal at 7.40 for our 7.40 bus, it was long gone- the buses in Argentina are freakishly punctual… So cue stress head.
We were lucky. Like really super lucky. The guy at the ticket office was the same one who’d served us the night before and recognised us as soon as we reached him. So without a word but with a look of exasperation and mild amusement, he immediately picked up the phone to get us on the next bus out of there. So an hour later we were on another bus to Puerto Iguazú. Not as super fancy as the one we’d picked out but a standard cama seat which was good enough and who cares anyway since he didn’t charge us for another lots of tickets! And next to us on the bus was another girl from Liverpool so we spent the first couple of hours of the 17 hour bus journey having a good natter with another Brit which was nice!
I don’t know if it’s standard practice to do as that guy at Via Bariloche did, but we’ll be forever grateful!! (It was a very stressful ten minutes of our lives).