18 Hours (Rated: Speed Sensation)

Jo and I had both been inundated with stories prior to leaving that the long distance bus system in Argentina was incredible. For those of you that are not aware, traffic accidents are also the number one killer in Argentina (this was a direct quote from my travel doctor moments before my yellow fever shot - thanks for worrying me about something you can't fix doc....)

So when it was time to book travel for our 18 hour journey to Iguazu falls we knew two things: casa camper with completely reclining seats was a must and seatbelts should be worn at all times.

Ok the seatbelt part was a personal must. Poor Joanna had to literally sit through me making the calculation of which floor/seat would prove the less fatal in the event of an accident. (In my defense we witnessed a city bus jump off a curb and leave a trail of dust in it's wake that very day).

We eventually did book (on the second floor at the back) and shortly after boarding, wondered incredulously at our pimped out ride. Personal T.V's, wine and soda service, fully reclining beds with cosy comforters and complete hot meals served. This was the way to do the bus.

If it wasn't for the roller-coaster, speed obsessed driver, I would have thought I was in my own bed. I quite literally woke up with a start on several occasions and had to fight the urge to find the driver's cabin to double check it wasn't Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock at the wheel.

Lucky for me, one of those "awake with a start" moments happened right as the sun rose which allowed me to enjoy a quiet beautiful sunrise and appreciate again how lucky Jo and I were to be discovering Argentina and injected a new wave of excitement through me about the experiences that lay ahead.