I waited for the local El Practico bus bound for Iguazu Cataratas alongside two fellow gringos. After boarding the yellow loaf tin, I received some welcoming looks from the Puerto Iguazu locals.
'Hola, Buen Dia!' they said enthusiastically. The driver sipped his mate, a local marijuana-looking tea through a perforated steel straw for the twenty minute journey until he reached the Parque Nacional Iguazu entrance.
After parting with some Argentinean pesos for the privilege, I made a mental note of the puma and jaguar warnings and hobbled off for the Circuito Superior walk.
Text: Anthony Bianco
(Photograph copyright: Bianco/Travel Tart)