So where was I? Oh yes, after Creamfields we decided to slow down for a bit. OK, so that is a lie, and I'll be found out sooner or later unless I fess up now. There is to be no respite for these three travellers. On Sunday we had steak number three, malbec number three and spent the third evening out of four feeling massively heavy and unable to function. Dave and George both went for the Roman method, but I just tried to work through it. Those steaks are very, very heavy, and in truth I had been forced to help Dave out, since the steak he ordered turned out to be the largest steak in the world. Thus deprived of reason and verve, when we stumbled into the only bar we could find and found that it was an awful American bar, we stayed for a couple. It was truly awful, but once back at the hostel we found our form and chatted law, physics and the aurora borealis until the early hours. Even if you stay in in Buenos Aires you have a good time. It's almost like there's something in the air.

So today is day two in Iguazu. This is the detox section of the holidays, so when some Amazonian hippies chased us down the street trying to sell us weed, we ran away up the wrong street and got immediately lost. Yesterday we arrived and went to Brazil to see the falls and my god what a sight. I have simply never seen anything like it, and I doubt I ever will.

We had some fish called suburi, but I reckon we'll be back on the steaks tonight. I mean, look at that grill.