I left Colonia to head north in order to cross the border back to Argentina and go see the Iguazu falls (Cataratas del Iquazu). I stopped by some beautiful towns and cities, but I was moving fast, because I realized that I eventually need to come back and tour Argentina in a car or motorcycle. The country is very big and there are many things to see and traveling in buses costs a lot of money and takes a lot of time, not to mention that some destinations are hard to reach because they don’t have bus companies that serve them. I heard from other tourists later on who rented a car they thought it offered them more flexibility and they got to see many things.
Anyhow after a couple of nights traveling in buses I reached the Iguazu falls. They are considered as one of the world’s 7 wonders. They are huge and way bigger than Niagara Falls. They are situated between Argentina, Brazil and Paraguay, the best place to see them is from Argentina or Brazil and from what I read online and heard from other tourists, the best view is from Argentina. It took about 4 or 5 hours to go and see the falls. Many tourists from all over the world were there. I spent the whole day in the town closest to the falls and then left at night in order to get the border of Argentina and Bolivia.
After few stops, on the last stretch of my trip towards the border I happened to sit next to a lady who lives on one of the little towns before the border. She was explaining to me about the towns and the plants along our way. She was very friendly and we had good conversation. I noticed along the way many things are different than the rest of Argentina, even the people looked very different, I saw many mountains compared to the other places I’ve visited in Argentina.
I arrived at the border town on the Argentinian side right before sunset and walked about 1 KM to get to the border with Bolivia and to the first town on the Bolivian side called Villazon. I spent the night in a hostel in Villazon, and unfortunately it wasn’t very comfortable, the 8 other travelers in the room were using their cellphones playing music or talking to each other. They seemed to be coworkers because they woke up again at 5:30 in the morning getting ready and of course speaking loudly without any consideration to others. I guess that’s one of the downsides of staying in a hostel. Anyway, I left a couple of hours later to go north to Potosi and eventually to Sucre. I was very familiar with these cities since I passed by on my last trip last year.
