The white sand beach was deserted, and the palm and eucalyptus lined shoreline would make a great place to spend the day if we had more time. We returned to town, climbed the lighthouse, and had lunch at an outdoor cafe before returning to the ferry terminal.
It is at this point in our little story where things begin to get interesting. Apparently, your ferry boarding pass is also your immigration card, which is required to leave the country. I had mine, but Andy's was nowhere to be found. The immigration officer kept telling us, in Spanish, "keep looking" and "big fine". There was no point in looking, because there was nowhere else to look (we'd gone through pockets and we didn't have luggage) so we inquired about the fine and were told 900. Well 900 what? The concierge told us not to bother exchanging money, and we'd paid in $US or Argentinean all day so we didn't even know the exchange rate. It turned out to be $30 US so we paid the "fine" to get the replacement immigration form which I refused to throw away until we returned to Chicago.
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