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corrientes, argentina: where the heat hits like a drum solo

@Isabella Hart2/13/2026blog
corrientes, argentina: where the heat hits like a drum solo

the second i stepped off the bus, the air felt like it was hugging me too tight. not the nice kind of hug. the kind where you’re already sweating before you’ve even figured out where the hostel is. 23 degrees, sure, but with 75% humidity? feels more like 30. i just checked and it’s still sitting there right now, hope you like that kind of thing.

i was supposed to be here for the street art, but the sun had other plans. instead, i ended up in a tiny cafe with broken aircon, sipping something that tasted like burnt sugar and regret. the barista told me the city’s got a rep for being hot-literally and figuratively. someone told me that the nightlife here doesn’t even start until 2am, and by then, the heat’s just a bad memory.

i wandered over to the costanera, hoping for a breeze off the river. what i got was a swarm of mosquitoes and a guy selling homemade chipá out of a cooler. it was weirdly perfect. the kind of thing you only find when you’re not looking. i sat on a bench, ate three of them, and watched the sunset turn the sky into a mess of orange and purple. no filters needed.

if you get bored, resistencia and posadas are just a short drive away, but honestly? corrientes doesn’t need a sidekick. it’s got enough chaos on its own.

locals say the best time to visit is during carnival, but i heard that the streets get so packed you can’t even walk straight. drunk advice from a guy who’d clearly been celebrating since noon, but still. worth noting.

i didn’t plan to stay long, but the city had other ideas. it’s the kind of place that makes you slow down, even when you’re already running late.

a group of lights

a close up of a heater with a blue background

woman wearing blue tank top


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