There´s not much to see in Puerto Iguazu other than the falls out of town, and even spending only one night there I felt bored of the place. After seeing the falls, I got an overnight bus to Resistencia. Alighting at the terminal, I instantly regretted my decision to spend a whole day in the place before continuing on another bus. It didn´t look like much fun.
Once in town, I found a net cafe and set to trawling blogs on what people do here. There´s a bunch of sculptures around, that's about it - everyone seems to stop there because they´re passing through. It wasn´t the best news, but at least meant I could do whatever I wanted without feeling I was missing anything.
I had a good coffee on the street, and got to see a protest (about something I´m yet to decipher) arrive at the building next door and beat their drums. Buying some lighter, cooler shoes (I lost my sandals somewhere. Sandal, actually. It may be in Switzerland...) turned into a more enjoyable experience than I would´ve hoped. The shoes are crap, but only around AU$15, and buying them was well worth the half hour ´conversation´ I had with the store owners and the glass of water they gave me.
At my request, they pointed me in the direction of a cultural centre, who informed me that the soonest tango lessons started in March. Actually, I´m only in this place for a day, nothing going this afternoon? A few phone calls later, and a 4pm lesson was lined up. Very helpful people indeed.
After a bit of lunch, more wandering, and some blogging, I walked out to the given address and met Walter and Paula. I then got a 1.5hr hour lesson for AU$15! It was good fun, but very bloody warm, I was dripping sweat the whole time. I just can´t cope this heat, it was great to get into it after Patagonia (and, uh, Antarctica) but I really am a cold weather person. Any who, the lesson went well, despite it being completely in Spanish, but dances moves are not best conveyed by words. They were a really nice couple, and even drove me back to the centre afterwards.
And not long later I was on my next bus, another overnighter to Salta, where I was looking forwards to having a shower. It wasn´t a packed out day, and Resistencia itself is pretty dull and ugly. It was still pleasing though, as I made my own fun, interacting with a few locals. I didn´t see another gringo all day, somewhat pleasing. It was fun just to see a different side of things.
Once in town, I found a net cafe and set to trawling blogs on what people do here. There´s a bunch of sculptures around, that's about it - everyone seems to stop there because they´re passing through. It wasn´t the best news, but at least meant I could do whatever I wanted without feeling I was missing anything.
I had a good coffee on the street, and got to see a protest (about something I´m yet to decipher) arrive at the building next door and beat their drums. Buying some lighter, cooler shoes (I lost my sandals somewhere. Sandal, actually. It may be in Switzerland...) turned into a more enjoyable experience than I would´ve hoped. The shoes are crap, but only around AU$15, and buying them was well worth the half hour ´conversation´ I had with the store owners and the glass of water they gave me.
At my request, they pointed me in the direction of a cultural centre, who informed me that the soonest tango lessons started in March. Actually, I´m only in this place for a day, nothing going this afternoon? A few phone calls later, and a 4pm lesson was lined up. Very helpful people indeed.
After a bit of lunch, more wandering, and some blogging, I walked out to the given address and met Walter and Paula. I then got a 1.5hr hour lesson for AU$15! It was good fun, but very bloody warm, I was dripping sweat the whole time. I just can´t cope this heat, it was great to get into it after Patagonia (and, uh, Antarctica) but I really am a cold weather person. Any who, the lesson went well, despite it being completely in Spanish, but dances moves are not best conveyed by words. They were a really nice couple, and even drove me back to the centre afterwards.
And not long later I was on my next bus, another overnighter to Salta, where I was looking forwards to having a shower. It wasn´t a packed out day, and Resistencia itself is pretty dull and ugly. It was still pleasing though, as I made my own fun, interacting with a few locals. I didn´t see another gringo all day, somewhat pleasing. It was fun just to see a different side of things.
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