About 1-1/2 hours later we get back on the bus, only to be told as it creeps forward, no AC on yet, that we must get off with all our belongings! Our suitcases are unloaded from the underbus storage one at a time by beefy guys (keep small change for tipping we are told) and put through an ancient scanner. The (un)friendly Argentine customs officers (well, they have sorta uniforms) have selected maybe 8 (most big backpacks) to open and inspect. They are lined up on a table. If you spot yours, step forward. If not pass through. Glad I didn’t bring my Gucci designer suitcases as they are all hurled back on the bus..hahaha
Again it appears that the Argentina immigration officer went on the bus to see the family, instead of making them all get off. A nice touch. Maybe he took a dog on there too to see if we had sashed any Canadian pre-legal hash...
The Argentine border toilets: a most horrible experience, all broken, no flush handle so no flush - imagine getting the runs up there!! And somebody sitting outside waiting for a tip. Unbelievable!
After 2-1/4 hours, we legally enter Argentina! Several times on the long snaking road down we pass through federal police checks, not stopping but slowing to be eyed.
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