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Ready to go!!
Vamos!
I decided to start from Cordoba who besides being a very beautiful city I have served as base to go twice High Grace, which is about 40 km after left with a little regretfully French friend "Marcel" with whom I shared the room, because I wanted to try the experience of the hostel, also because the hotel had nothing more than "intimacy" that cost me 175 pesos more than I pay at the hostel.
Well .... "Andum" Starting with a bus-cama, that is a double-decker bus that takes up to 45 people, seats are like those you can find in-class air travel in the businees, breakfast television, newspapers and coffee at will, all for 490 pesos (divide always x5). Someone yells, "puvrei. I had to forcibly find a comfortable accommodation for your trip waiting for me, 22 hours, you read that right 22 hours! In this country, Argentina, the distances are enormous, not for nothing is almost 10 times larger than our country! ! Dope the first hours of the trip nothing changed, stretched my eyes were not used to seeing, that t'antè quard quard like a child out the window, attracted by what was running fast before .......... But after the scene changed and I was reminded of the indigenous Quom, remember their protest in a square of Buenos Aires, Avenida 9 Junio, soy, soy .... only a lombardia soy!! The bus with its light swing, and with the complicity of a boring movie in English subtitled in English .... I dozed off ..... I woke up with a scratchy voice "segnoras y nos segnores detenemo a Los Libres des Pasos por la dinner!" I look at my watch 0:30 when I said that we eat here " a todas las hora "! Dinner without infamy and without glory, Milanese pannatura with herbs and garlic, lots of garlic arroz y, coca cola ...... coffee. (I now call that water brown hot coffee and cake) To tell you more than a full stomach does not dare to rest ....... When I awoke, it was about 7 and My "ventana" everything had changed, while it was pouring with rain and the landscape was something that, at least photographically I liked, no longer lay flat to the eye can see but trees, hills, trees, trees, I look good e. .. .. There are pine trees!! Zzzzoooo centrate the pines, then I asked ... e. The usual multinational is deforesting native trees, because the pine is the most popular makes and more! The land is no longer black, but has become a deep red, and the road curves! The only thing that has not changed are the names written in Italian workshops, shops, bars, and the inevitable pizzeria Marechiaro!
Finally after 24 hours of I arrived in Puerto Iguazu travel.
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dialect words are not spelled correctly, but as the pronunciation.
And me falta este computador n the English, so it srivo lord and write instead of the correct senor.
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