Објављено: 01.10.2017
Sometimes I have the faint feeling that there are invisible forces trying to prevent me from something. The flight booking to Puerto de Iguazu was put on hold for a few days after my arrival in Buenos Aires. Sometimes you also have to remember old things. In South America, you can still go to the airlines' agencies and book the flight at the same price as on the internet. However, it took me a while to figure that out. But there are plenty of alternative activities. A trip to Uruguay was planned anyway. So mom booked a ferry ticket and set off for Puerto de Madero. We took the ColoniaExpress to Colonia de Sacramento. The entry and exit process is quite relaxed. Stamp out at the Argentine immigration and stamp in at the neighboring counter at the Uruguayan immigration. Done. The return journey is just as easy. The crossing takes one hour and is also suitable for people who get seasick quickly. As a Venus born from the sea foam, strong waves wouldn't have been a problem either. And then it was time to say Bienvenidos a Uruguay.
It takes about 10 minutes to walk to the historic old town in Colonia. Budget for an afternoon with delicious fish meal, drinks, and a few tasty coffees: 30 Euros.
Here you can just relax and unwind!
By the way, this is where I tried my sack bag for the first time. Mom was forced to carry her passport and credit card around. A passport in the groin area is not quite comfortable, and in between, you always fumble in your pants because it's lying in an awkward position. But better safe than sorry!!!
Mom's safety tip: If possible, never carry your passport and any form of bank card around with you. I met a lot of people here who carry their whole lives through the city, and some were surprised when their passport and credit card suddenly sprouted legs. A copy of the passport and the necessary amount of cash for the day is enough! The rest remains securely locked in the hostel.
A popular trick in Argentina: Someone spray fart spray on the backpack. A "helpful" woman comes running and says that a bird has pooped on it and that she will clean it immediately. At the moment you take off your backpack, her husband comes and helps you relieve yourself of some weight. So ignore it, that's the only thing that really helps. Even if it's said to smell really bad. Don't worry, it didn't happen to mom. You hear stories.
But now back to the beautiful things in life.
We returned around 8 pm, rather 8:30 pm, unfortunately with the car ferry. Loading took forever and once again, Argentine shock frosts. Despite my jacket, I froze my ass off. From the port in Argentina, you should definitely take a taxi when it's dark, unless you insist on being relieved. Of course, I had myself chauffeured back in style.
In this sense, Colonia ahoy!
Have Fun & Be Proud!
Your Jan/Mom