La Resistencia was just the hub to enter Argentina. I arrived really late (1AM) because the Argentinans are aware, that most of their drugs originate in Paraguay, so security was tight, but even more just slow. So I was able to sleep at the private house of a 
bartender at the terminal. We drank some mate and he talked about his life and me about mine. He showed me his family pictures and so on. The appartmant was in a block, that was way, way beyond the best times. But Marcos hospitality made up for it.
bartender at the terminal. We drank some mate and he talked about his life and me about mine. He showed me his family pictures and so on. The appartmant was in a block, that was way, way beyond the best times. But Marcos hospitality made up for it.The next day I checked out the city which is quite nice. Not many people see more than the terminal, so once again - no turists. The city displays a lot of statues, which are scattered all over town. I then went to a nice restaurant and ordered a bottle of wine to enjoy my book and the sun and had to hurry back to the termial to catch my bus to Salta, because I lost track of time.
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