After the all-afternoon struggle to buy ferry tickets in Uruguay a few days ago, we decided to show up at the terminal in Buenos Aires two hours before the 12:30 pm sailing, without a reservation, and hope for the best. Good call on our part. Fifteen minutes later we had our boarding passes and had already passed through the immigration checkpoint.
While we’re waiting to board, we’re enjoying our last meal in Argentina — a stale croissant and a café con leche. At least the coffee is good. Conveniently, the late-morning snack used up nearly all our remaining Argentinian pesos.