Getting into Argentina wasn’t hard. We drove. Because Igausu (the portuguese way) borders Iguazu (Spanish) between the two countries. You cross a couple of guardrooms, they stamp your passport and its bienvenidu Argentina. Or whatever. And thus our flight to Salta (Argentina) is an easy, domestic, national flight, easy-peasy.

And the airport is quaint and remote and friendly. And at the check-in desk all manner of common sense and logic are suspended until you have your boarding pass in hand.

We only had one little issue with this particular ‘trip of a lifetime’ and that was luggage. Specifically, how can Mel get 3 weeks worth of 3 changes of clothes (minimum: walking, swimming, evening) per day into a little case when part of our trip is to Patagonia, where they have glaciers, ice, cold? I packed a sweater. Mel needs thermal everything, sheepskins, Eskimo-wear, that’s why I love her. Grrrrrrrrrr…

The problem was not with flying BA. You can take a fucking piano on the plane with you and they don’t care. The problem was always going to be internal flights. Upon which, according to the paperwork, you are allowed 15kgs of check-in luggage each. And that’s each person, not for each night. Ahhhhh, we’ve got that sussed, so we thought, and packed suitcases with 15kg each and put all the rest, all the heavies, in carry-on in-flight cases. Hah! That’ll show them. Right.

So we turn up at Igauzu, put our 15kg bags on the scale, and do a quick, telepathic high-five. Then the bitc– sorry, then the check-in gel asked us to put our ‘hand’ luggage onto the scales. WHAT THE F–????? Ahhh, too heavy, English pigs, remember the sodding Malvenas? ya bastardos?? So we removed items from the bags and stuffed them into our ruck sacks until we hit the winning number on the scales. Argie bird smiled, said ‘fine-o, you can take them on now’, at which point we turned round, opened up the bags and rammed all the stuff we’d just removed back into them. Whatever…

Que sera sera. Onwards and upwards, long as our bags don’t prevent take-off.

Iguasu is officially one of the seven wonders of the natural world. Deservedly. What an amazing place.

But now we move on. In precisely one hour.

Happy Monday

A xxxx