

Puerto Iguazu, Argentina
We wake up, maybe sometime around 7 or 8am. Breakfast is two croissants, tostadas and bread. We watch the countryside pass by, becoming more and more tropical as we go. The landscape is so vastly different to Patagonian and north western Argentina, we feel like we have crossed into another country entirely overnight.
The soil has changed to a deep red colour. Houses are often little more than wooden shacks in the long grass and trees.
We arrive into Iguaçu aro...