A blast of chilly air massaged my face, damp with perspiration, as I pushed open the door to a four bed bunk room at the hostel. I was in Puerto Iguazu, Argentina, a small border town on the confluence of the Parana and Iguazu rivers. The late February jungle air hung dense, and I hadContinue reading “Gazing at the Edge of the World in Puerto Iguazu, Argentina”
Following the Nomad Star 