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 pas...

Met Alex at Heathrow terminal 5 just after I had managed to stuff a 3 course meal down at Carluccios, courtesy of parent Powells. Straightforward flight to Madrid and then 2 hours waiting at Madrid's (very fancy) airport for our connection. It was here, when trying to get two seats together at the boarding gate, that we became alarmingly aware of our lack of spanish. Still, we had 5 months to get sick of each other so maybe not a bad thing. While we were boarding...