Yesterday was a suitably bizarre rainy day spent in the middle of nowhere. The town is called San Ignacio, a collection of two paved roads and lots of red clay whose major claim to fame is a somewhat reconstructed Jesuit Mission (with a bizarre, yet more entertaining than I'd expected light and sound "Espectaculo" featuring actors projected onto sheets of mist to re-enact HISTORIC EVENTS).
Also, a water tower that vaguely resembles a really cut-rate UFO. So yeah, not much to do other than wander pointlessly, play hostel ping pong, and take stupid photos.
We ended up in San Ignacio because Iguazu is also in the middle of nowhere, and we're slowly moving southward through a lot more nowhere on our way back to BA for our eventual repatriation. Right now, we're not sure whether we're headed down through Argentina along the river Parana (yeah, sounds like the fishie) or whether we'll swing a quick left into Uruguay for some bargain basement estancia action. We may know more tomorrow. Our research on the future has been hampered by the fact that everything in Posadas, from which I compose this Item, is closed on Sunday. Except for ice cream (which we've already eaten- it was Fantastic). But on the plus side, we can see Paraguay across the river. Perhaps Paraguay is open for dinner?
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