The night bus was comfortable but really cold. At one point I took the dry bag out of my backpack and put my feet in it! We were due to arrive at Puerto Iguacu at 13:45 and since they had brought us dinner on the bus, we foolishly waited for breakfast to arrive. But no luck, and by the time our express bus arrived after 3pm, we had seen just about every town in NE Argentina, and been kept alive by the six medialunas we brought with us. Sitting on buses eating pastries really shouldn't become a habit.

Once we got to Puerto Iguacu we went to a restaurant and ordered some sharing meal... basically a biege smorgasboard of baked and cheesey goods. And a beer. We then walked to the 'Hostel Sweet Hostel' that we booked online from BA, discovering the most depressing hole we have ever seen. We quickly rethought and got out of there and found another hostel, named 'Mango Chill' that was seemingly much better. The manager, named 'Posh' asked if we would join in with homemad empanadas but since we were exhausted and had just eaten we said we'd just have a quiet night. He didn't like this much, and while we were enjoying a quick game of ping pong, he came over again and asked us to instead then have drinks with the group after. The reason being, as it later became clear, was so that he could stand in front of us and play his riff guitar over the top of records for everyone's 'enjoyment' late into the night. Luckily, we are becoming quite good at sleeping through anything.

Day 5 and we were up early to go to Iguacu Falls (the Argentinian side). First stop was the Garganta del Diablo (Devils Throat), which had actually been closed until today due to high water levels. Despite expecting a similar level of excitement that Nigara provides, Iguacu is a hundred times more impressive. We stopped for a bite to eat at a cafe and came across our first mob of Kuatis (or nose bears, as one Dutch guy called them). To start with everyone in the vafe was delighted with the cute little guys, until all of a sudden one got on top of some family´s table and into their bag of food and it all turned sour as they made away with it, leaving further victims of the nose bear mob. This happened at least 10 times while we were visiting the falls. We did the Upper and Lower trails, which were both amazing.

Back to Mango Chill we had a really nice, quiet afternoon playing ping pong and drinking beer without Posh´s presence. Then he arrived, and despite our good spirits he foolishly chose to start conversation with ´girls, I´m going to try one more time to get you to eat with us´. Unfortunately we had already agreed this with his helpers so couldn´t turn him down. The meal was actually quite nice as we were able to speak to the others guests which was cool. But once the plates were cleared, Posh took to the stage and played riff guitar so loud that noone could talk to one another. After half an hour of bored faces everyone started retiring to their rooms, leaving Alex and I marvelling at the self-indulgence that was occurring before our eyes. Annoyingly we couldn´t stop watching, which only added to the issue. Then we went to bed (music still playing) where our Dutch roommate threw up on the mirro, floor and very close to Alex´s shoes.