The day is spent idylling about the pool. Drinking a few beers and literally not doing much at all. Its one of those days where its time to move forward. And into a brand new country – Brazil!
Our bus to Florianopolis leaves from Foz do Iguaçu which means we have to travel there ourselves. The bus to Foz do Iguaçu is anything but simple. Going through Argentine customs is a breeze, and the bus waits for you. And then to the Brazil border – where we have to get out and go through the government procedures. But the bus doesn’t wait and drives off without us. And not to mention, that we shift our clocks forward an hour.
We wait, and wait, and wait for our bus to come by and take us. It takes an age. So long in fact that we are close to missing our bus. Thanks time zone! A hurried taxi to the bus station and we make it, with time to spare.
I’d become accustomed to bus rides in Argentina. Ones that are somewhat decent and you know, comfortable. This one, for the price, was a few rungs below that. It was pretty bad to be honest. I do get through most of the book that I am reading before dozing off to sleep.