A hotel to forget

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Thursday, February 2, 2012

We set off from La Pedrera early in the morning in search of greener pastures. After 10 hours of busses and a two-hour stop over, we discovered that Salto unfortunately wasn't it! After close to two weeks of shared dorm rooms I had promised Jaclyn a private room in a nice hotel in a bid to keep her onside. Now all of the nice hotels were booked out, but I did manage to find a little room in a 3 star hotel just outside of the main town. The website described it as having a kitchenette, the Internet and the works… How could I go wrong? So the idiot in me built it up to be something amazing in a bid to keep Jaclyn happy for the last few days of sleeping in shared rooms until we got there. On arrival the first impressions weren’t good. It looked run down from the front and was the kind of place that you would walk right past if you were coming in off the street. Now it wasn’t the fact that the website mislead us to believe that there was wifi, when infact the place had no internet at all that made us leave; nor was it the potentially out of date gas bottle that they called the kitchenette or the 2cm crack under the door that allowed the roaches, spiders and whatever else to crawl in during the night. It was when we went to make Jaclyn a hot drink and found a large amount of mould growing in the bottom of the kettle that we thought this might not be the place for us. Therefore, as you could imagine GG (see Punte del Esta entry) returned and was present until we forfeited our money for one nights’ accommodation and checked ourselves into a much nicer hotel just up the road.

The plan for the next day was to visit the 'hot springs’ that Salto was meant to be famous for. These were more like warm swimming pools with water slides rather than naturally warm water holes. This still would have been a great way to spend the day, however, it decided to rain on us for the first time in 3 weeks and we discovered that the only buses out of Salto/Concordia to Iguazu was at 7.15 and 11.40 that night. Therefore we had no choice but to begin our 24 hour trip to Iguazu.

There’s not too much to say about Concordia other than it was way off the Gringo trail. We were definitely the only tourists in the bus station that were not from South America and there was not a person in sight who spoke English. Fortunately for us, my Spanish has been developing and I had learned enough to get us by. The other interesting point about Concordia was the journey we took to catch our bus. Unlike any other normal bus route, our bus company chose not to collect us from the bus terminal. Instead we were required to get into a ‘transfer car’ with 4 other men (of course none of them spoke English either) and we drove to a random stop on the highway. By this time it was 11:30pm and we were beginning to wonder if our kidneys would be up for sale that very next morning, however, sure enough after 15 minutes of waiting in the dark our driver helped flag our bus to Puerto Iguazu and we were on our way!
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