Hello This is a joint post card for Salta, Asuncion and Foz de Iguazu as we have been to all those places since I last added a post card. Salta was a lovely city with nice buildings, good steak, wine and beer and our hostel was good, with a bar and the people there were very friendly indeed. It was the most modern and European looking place I\'d been so far. It was unfortunately the day of the immacuate conception when we were there which is a bank holiday so museums and galleries were shut. We got the cable car up a hill to get a good view of the city and wondered around to get a feel of the place. We then travelled to Asuncion in Paraguay on the bus from hell. When I first arrived to South America Simon told me that South American buses were excellent and I should look forward to doing long journeys on them. Since then we have had nothing but bad luck. If it wasn\'t a team of testosterone filled 15 year old footballers for 12 hours or a Peruvian woman hacking bits off a whole dead animal for people to eat, it was that we had no confidence that we would end up at the destination on the ticket, and other such enjoyment. But the last 2 journeys have really topped it. We waved goodbye to our new friend Vera who chose a different bus company to travel to Asuncion with. Her bus left on time, was shiny and new and got her there 3 or 4 hours before us. About an hour after it was supposed to have left, our bus turned up with a shattered front windscreen. As the windscreen hadn\'t actually fallen out, it was good enough to go in. Bad start. It was old, rubbish, the toilet door didn\'t shut and it smelt of wet dogs, until the morning when it smelt of sick after a little boy was sick in the isle and it started running up and down the isle. This was just after the water had dried up that had leaked into the bus during the torrential thunderstorms, which we witnessed from the middle of nowhere 3 hours into our 18 hour trip when our bus broke down and we had to sit there for 2 and a half hours. For one of them they were fixing the bus. For the rest, who knows. Maybe the driver was more interested in the group of 15 dogs that were having a party in the street than the rest of us. In the morning when we had the scenery to look at I wasn\'t much cheered up as what I could see through the shattered wind screen looked like the fens in East Anglia for 6 hours, but with the odd palm tree to remind me we were in Argentina. Then, on our journey from Asuncion to Fox de Iguazu I really thought I was due some good luck. But no. The bloke who sold us the ticket was only slightly lying when he said it would take 5 hours. It took 10. DOUBLE his lie. We have bought tickets from an apparently (will only believe it when I see it) highly reputable bus company for our journey from Foz to Buenos Aries tomorrow. They serve champagne and if the bus is nice and looks like it might get us there in the promised 18 hours, I will certainly be partaking in a few of those to celebrate my first good journey in South America. Enough moaning about transport, the places we\'ve been have been great and so have the people. Asuncion and what we saw of the rest of Paraguay on the way to Brazil were very nice. Its nowhere near as visited as everywhere else we\'ve been. Its perhaps not as spectacular as the other places we\'ve been and that may be why, but its nice enough and interesting to see all the same. Everywhere else we have been there have been loads of travellers going the same direction and who had been to the same places as we have, but Paraguay was different. We met one girl who was headed there too, but other than that, no one, which was actually quite refreshing and exciting. There are some neglected and nasty buildings in Asuncion but also lots of nice ones too, old and new. The only problem we found was that for the 48 hours we were there, it was dead. Well, that was until we found Bar Brittania on Sunday night which was good. But that was the night after I had consumed an entire jug of blue Sangria that I only ordered to find out how they made a red wine drink blue. They do it by not putting any red wine in it. The city was dead as everything shuts on Saturday afternoons and Sundays apart from a handful of restaurants and bars, which thankfully do get going later on. Whilst drinking a huge quantity of bright blue drink, I witnessed the largest amount of beeping ever. We thought perhaps this city went even further than other places in South America with its beeping, but when we saw a few football flags and buses literally bouncing up and down with the football fans jumping up and down on them, we realised that one of the Asuncion teams had just won their football league. Bring on the world cup. Who\'s going to be beeping then? The countryside in Asuncion was a lot like England as it was green and hilly with loads of trees and cattle. Although where there wasn\'t roads or green, there was bright orange sand and there were big wooden ranch type houses which is a bit different. We haven\'t seen much of Foz as we headed straight to Argentina for the day to the Iguazu waterfalls which are as amazing as they are hyped to be (sorry, too many photos again). We went in a speed boat as well as looking at them from dry land. Tomorrow we\'ll go and have a quick look at them from the Brazilian side before leaving Foz de Iguazu in Brazil and its all you can eat buffets which mostly consist of steak. Josiexx