DAY 1
Our bus
ride from Mendoza to Cordoba (see "The Trip from Hell") convinced us to rent a car for the rest of the
journey to Iguazú. Avis provided a
comfortable SUV and we left Cordoba at 11:30--90 minutes after our ETD.
Plaza San Martin, Cordoba |
Córdoba is
laid out in a grid--like most Latin American cities--and most streets are
one-way. The Avis agent kindly provided
a Map-Quest-type print-out of directions for how to get out of the city--in Spanish.
No problem. Once we figured out where
north was---only one wrong turn--we were on our way. The divided highway ended soon after and we
in the Pampas--Argentina's vast and fertile flat lands (think the prairies)
where, over the next few hours we zoomed past fields of soy, corn, alfalfa, sun
flowers, and thousands of cattle grazing. (Argentine cattle are grass-raised,
which makes for delicious, cut-it-with-your-table-knife-tender beef).
East of
Córdoba we passed through one farm town after another: Rio Primero (First
River), Santiago Temple (James Temple), El Tío (The Uncle), and then San
Francisco, a major agricultural town with red grain elevators on the main
street.
Monument to 30 years of democracy, Arroyito. |
There
were--surprisingly--no restaurants on the highway so we drove into town looking
for lunch. On the main street we spotted
a confitería, La Palma, a typically Argentine cafe that serves
fresh, light fare. La Palma offered pizza, pasta, hot and cold sandwiches, tapas,
salads, and eleven pages of wines. In the adjacent store-front, accessible
through an interior door, is their pastry shop with cakes, home-made
chocolates, and ice cream. The tiramisu was yummy.
Grain elevators, San Francisco |
Coming into
town and heading back to the highway the burg was closed down. Clearly, everyone goes home at noon on
Saturday and probably doesn't reappear for anything resembling work until
Monday morning. Very civilized.
Just
outside San Francisco we entered Santa Fe Province and soon encountered a
divided highway separated by the widest parkway I've ever seen--probably twice
the width of the Sunshine State Parkway between Ocala and Miami. There were no more cow towns on the road and
we made great time until we hit the outskirts of Santa Fe city where the
highway disappeared and we found ourselves on a two-lane, one-way street that
took us through the burbs. Signage was
very good and there were no wrong turns and we wound our way to the Paraná
River, a bridge and on to more of Santa Fe.
The Parana
is very wide; indeed, it is navigable by ocean-going ships all the way to
Encarnación, Paraguay and Posadas, Corrientes, several hundred kilometers to
the northeast. We discovered just how wide the Paraná is when we crossed the
main bridge, entered Entre Rios province, and passed through a tunnel under the
eastern-most part of the river just before entering the city of Paraná. Along the way we were impressed by the high
level of the river, which has flooded normally dry land and left houses half
under water.
Sunset in Corrientes |
The houses
were not substantial and, given their location, may have been squatters' homes
but the torrential rains that Argentina and neighbouring countries have
experienced in recent months have clearly increased the homeless population in
this region.
Route 12
north from Paraná is a well-maintained two-lane highway with little traffic on
a late Saturday afternoon. We made good time but still arrived in Goya, our
destination, three hours later than planned.
Goya led us
to a wonderful discovery that we would confirm the next night in Mercedes:
Small cities across Argentina have casino hotels that are modern, comfortable,
include a good buffet breakfast, and are inexpensive--less than US$100 per
night for a room with a king-size bed.
The casino is there for aficionados, which we are not, but the hotels
are well-located, usually in the town centre, and are easy to find.
The view from our hotel room in Goya |
The Paraná River at Goya |
Afternoon respite by the Paraná--enjoying Mate with friends. |
DAY 2
Having
arrived late we did not rush to depart the next morning, as the next day's
driive was--we estimated from previous experience--no more than five
hours. On the way to Mercedes, where we
would turn north to Carlos Pellegrini, our destination, we stopped at the
Gaucho Gil shrine.
Gaucho
Antonio Gil is a Robin Hood figure in Corrientes province. In the mid 19th
century he acquired a reputation for stealing from rich land owners and giving
live stock and food to the poor--a practice for which he paid with his
life. It isn't clear how Gil became a
popular saint but shrines to him--always red and usually sporting red
flags-- can be found along road sides and at entrances to homes all over
northern Argentina and as far south as the Valdez Peninsula (at the northern
end of Patagonia).
The main
Gaucho Gil shrine is a major attraction for tourists and those who believe that
praying to Gil will bestow blessings of one kind or another. The shrine is surrounded by kiosks selling
candles and souvenirs. As with homage
to saints in Catholic churches, people buy one or more candles, light them and say
a prayer. Others place a hand on a Gil
statue and pray. All this has absolutely
nothing to do with Catholicism but the veneration is similar.
We
continued east on Route 123 and turned north toward Pellegrini, 123 km. north.
To our happy surprise, the road was paved; four years earlier, it was
well-maintained gravel. We cruised along for 33 km, then the pavement ended and
the nightmare began. Since the road is
being prepared for paving, absolutely no maintenance is being done, so the pot
holes are numerous; mud stretches increase the possibility of skids and, after
covering another 27 km. in 47 minutes we stopped and calculated that we would
not arrive until 23:00.
On the road to Carlos Pellegrini |
Tired,
beaten out by the jarrring ride, we made the unhappy decision to turn around
and go back to Mercedes where we found our second casino hotel and large, comfortable
rooms. After settling in, I got on line and found our next lodging--in
Posadas. We gave up on our
long-anticipated visit to the Esteros del Iberá, one of the world's great
wetlands and nature reserves.
DAY 3-4
On the trip to Posadas we stopped at La Cruz to see the only remaining sun clock constructed by the Jesuits during their century-plus in Argentina.
Then we
relaxed for two days at Aventura, a comfortable, somewhat rustic resort on the
river west of downtown Posadas. It was a welcome respite after several grueling
days in an SUV. Our one outing was to
return to Itakva, our favourite restaurant in Posadas. Located on the costanera across from Encarcación, Paraguay, Itakva is a wonderfully designed restaurant whose back wall is the cliff face that separates
the city centre from the coast.
"Itakva" is a Guaraní word that means "Cave in the Stone. We were delighted to find that the quality
of its food has not declined in four years.
Itakva Restaurant, Posadas. |
Monument to the Guaraní, Posadas. Encarnación, Paraguay is in the distance. |
DAY 5
The last leg of the journey, from Posadas to Puerto Iguazu, is only 300 km but it was pouring for most of the trip. As a result, our plan to stop in San Ignacio and visit the Jesuit mission was reduced to driving around the periphery of the site, then tootling on. After checking in at the Rainforest Hotel Selva, we returned the car and encountered a wonderful driver at the hotel, Daniel, who drove us to Iguazu Falls the next day, then to Brazil the day after that.
Rainforest Hotel Selva, Iguazu |
Driving around Argentina is generally easy because most roads are well maintained, there are frequent gas stations--almost all with mini-marts--and people are kind and helpful. It was our third trip around the northern half of the country; maybe next time we can head south!