I arrived very early, at dawn. With the help of a map I took from the tourist office, I made a profuse market research of hostels. There’s no perfect hostel, not in Puerto Iguazú. Though my decision system was quite simple: I only wanted a place where the cleaning standards were satisfied. And other logical things, like it had to have WiFi, or at least, Internet.
Something also important in my decision: them not to forbid entering with beer. Not due to my increasing alcoholism (which had actually a decreasing tendency the previous days), but because it is a limitation for the guest which only intends the profit of the hostel (that obviously sells drinks). I reckon that that measure is against the nature of a hostel, and is pathetic enough to be a decision factor.
I ended without `Internete’ and with small baths, but comfortable enough.
Later, I went to the National Park. Quite expensive, 60 pesos for foreigners.
‘They are only falls. It’s not that incredible, whatever the ions floating in this air.’ – I was thinking. That thought changed a bit after taking being showered by one of the falls in one of the trails. And I lost my significant other.
Then, in the hostel, with David [es], Tatiana/Tamara [ar], Roxana [ar], and a disturbed girl. A frustrated attempt of go out at night.
The second day (10), along with Tita [mx] and Freddy [mx], strolling around the ‘Hito de las Tres Fronteras’.
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