Back to Buenos Aires

Yesterday we took advantage of what time we had left at Iguazu and went back to the national park. It was well worth the second visit as there were more trails there to explore and sights to see. This time we took the Gran Aventura tour, which involved a 4X4 guided tour through the rainforest, followed by a boat trip around the central island of the falls and into(!) some of the waterfalls themselves. We ended up getting soaked, but in the blistering heat and humidity, we were quickly dry.

Iguazu is more catered for tourists than BA, especially in terms of languages. I keep getting people who assume I don´t speak Spanish (which I don´t), so I think one time, when they say, "Hey, hello," or whatever, I´m going to say, "Perdone, Senor, mi no hable Ingles.

" Genius. Anyway, it was a shame to leave Iguazu, and coming back to BA is a quick shift in pace, but still good nevertheless.

We left Iguazu, again travelling overnight by bus, although this time the novelty had worn off a bit, and the fact we had salt watery clothes on for another night and morning didn´t appeal. I also wasn´t too happy about sitting through The Devil Wears Prada for a third time in my life - luckily I used the cunning method of closing one´s eyes and shutting off one´s brain (aka sleep) and managed to miss it. On the plus side, after the disappointment of having some cocky young upstart as our inflight servant, who had the gall to watch some of the inflight DVD (Miguel would never let this happen on his watch), I was delighted to see my old friend, Miguel, reappear.

He has reached legend status quite quickly, although his choice to put Euro Dance Megamix 30, or whatever it´s called, on the DVD player late at night went down like one of those minging, sweaty cheese and salami sarnies I keep banging on about. And even they would have been welcome, cos the meal that Miguel served up at half ten looked rather like something I would produce if I was ill.

We decided to take the subway to our new hostel. It´s dirt cheap - 70 cents, or about 30p - and it´s way better than the Metro, you Geordies reading this. "Nup, ours is the best," I hear them cry. So we arrived at our new hostel and the shower felt like the best shower ever. We´re now on our way to check out the posh bit of town, before - hopefully - watching the Spurs, Arsenal game. So the next time I write anything here I´ll probably be in a bad mood. Luckily I will be having a juicy steak tonight so if it´s a bad result I´ll focus on that instead.