Back in BA, Jen and I stayed at a hostel that had a wonderful staff but no AC or even a fan, aweful beds that squeak every inch you move and boards that stick in your back, and some rather strange characters. One guy in our room was about 65 years old, didn't talk but walked around half naked all day, almost never left the hostel, and would sit on the bed staring whilst munching on giant carrots and playing with his buck knife. OK maybe I'm over-exagerrating a little but seriously, he was weird. He also insisted on sleeping with his head next to the window and wouldn't allow us to keep the window open at night for air. So it wasn't the greatest hostel experience. Jen and I did some light shopping, wandered around on food runs and had good convos over ice cream. It's a hard life.
We lucked out and got a flight to Puerto Iguazu for less than the bus tickets. Seriously, buses are SO expensive in Argentina. The falls were amazing. They stretch on and on. Niagara falls seem tiny in comparison. And there was so much wildlife in the park. It was definitely one of the highlights of the trip. So we got on our flight back to BA and about 20 minutes into the flight we hit the worst turbulence I have ever experienced in my life. People were screaming and I really thought to myself, "so this is how it all ends...on a plane". The captain made an announcement that we were turning back to the airport and sorry for any inconvenience. There was no explanation for the turbulence. Of course. That always means there is something wrong with the plane. We made it back though and thanked the universe for being alive. We found out later that we had flown into a hail storm and the winowshield had cracked. Then all hell broke lose in the airport and the next few hours were spent being moved from the front of the line to the last for no apparent reason, and trying to get the attention of a woman at the desk to get on another flight or get our money back. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, the woman finally paid attention to us long enough to book us on the last flight back to BA so we ran through security and got on the plane just before it took off. In the air I thought to myself, "was this the right decision? after almost crashing on a plane is it strange to hop on another one like nothing ever happened?". But it was too late and I figured the odds were in my favor at that point. We did make it safely back to BA and got ripped off in the cab to the hostel, but neither of us really cared at that point. We were both just thankful to have made it through the day.
My Spanish classes start tomorrow. Fingers crossed I improve!
