We arrived safely back on Argentinian 'home turf' at the Hostel Bambu Mini, Puerto Iguazu, where Coldplay and Amy Winehouse were playing cheerfully on repeat, but I was just glad to be there and had a large bottle of Quilmes bock to celebrate.
An overnight bus through a torrential thunderstorm had taken us to Foz Do Iguacu, Brazil, via Curitiba.
Once there, we spent the morning at the Iguacu Falls (Brazilian side) with Yvonne, our new Dutch friend.
This side is more a series of sectacular vistas than the Argentinian, where we'll go tomorrow, but the park, visitor centres and trails are immaculate, a happy home for all the monkeys and coatis ambling around.
Standing over the falls at the Devil's Throat, we were soaked by billions of gallons of water and mist gushing under, over and on us - we expect a lot more of this tomorrow!
I was pleased to get back to Spanish-speaking Argentina for a couple of days, as Portuguese has proved impenetrable, and we are struggling to understand even a single word spoken.
For me, it takes away a layer of enjoyment from travelling, not to be able to interact with the locals, so the hostel barbecue tonight will be a welcome change.
Off to the Iguazu (with a Spanish zee) Falls tomorrow...
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