We got up and had breakfast in Paudemar's dinner hall. It was weird just cakes and coffee. We got a bus back across the border to Argentina and then chilled out in a cafe. Mark has decided to check out the Argentine side of the falls but I've seen enough water tumbling over rocks. I decided to get a bus to Santa Fe as there are no other buses to Rosario. I said goodbye to Mark and got on my bus to Santa Fe. Ít's a pity there wasn't a later bus as me and ...

We arrived in Puerto Iguazu around about 6.30am and went looking for a cafe to have breakfast. Also we had to find a bag shop as my little daypack burst spilling its contents on the street including all my postcards and Gabe's cards (she'd given me hers to post). However we managed to retrieve everything and buy a new bag. We had toast and coffee in a little cafe and then got a bus to Brazil. We had to pass through Argentina customs but not Brazilian custom...

We fell asleep on the bus and woke up at Tucuman where we had to change buses. We sat in the terminal munching on sticky croissants, washed down with some coffee to wake us up. An Argentinian girl started chatting to us in Spanish, she was so friendly that despite our tired heads we managed to conjugate replies to her various questions. She followed us on to our bus and asked for our email addresses, that's when it got a little weird as we'd only chatted for 15 m...

I woke up at 4am as the English girl sitting next to me got off at Tupiza. However as the train rattled on towards the Argentinian border town of Villazon I drifted off again. I was startled by the train stopping near the border and then escorted to the executive lounge where I was given coffee and scrambled eggs. I got off the train feeling really tired and disorientated. I found Mark and two English girls called Natalie and Sarah. Natalie was 19 and a litt...

I had a great sleep and waited on the girls to take their showers. Gabe took a world record 30 minute shower and once Sally and Sophie had been in; I had the cold dregs of the water tank. We all sat in the adjacent Minute Man Pizza restaurant and had pancakes with syrup. It was great and really filling. The guy who owns Minute Man Pizza is from Boston and has been here for 4 years. Why is he living in a depressing, cold little town surrounded by nothing? We...