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Published: August 7th 2010
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BA
Cool city. We got off the bus and soon realised the dramatic difference in temperature from Iguazu. I guess that can happen when you drive seventeen hours to the south. We grabbed our bags and headed towards the metro station. This requires walking a cauldron of people trying to sell shit and one random person spraying some shit on our backpacks (which is apparently how they like to mug people). After finally getting to our hostel we checked in and Clinton spent about thirty seconds there. Turns out there was the final of the pre-season cup on and one of the local teams were into the final. So upon hearing this he quickly ran and grabbed some decent clothes, we had been wearing shorts up until this point, and headed off to the match. By all reports he loved the experience you'll have to ask him. I spent they day exploring the city and walking through it's various neighbourhoods. That night feeling a little tired I wasn't up for a big one. But a group of people were heading on a pub crawl so Forster in a very lively mood jumped at the chance to go explore the nightlife. I instead had my
Steak.
Photo didn't do justice. first gigantic Argentine steak with a few beers and went to bed early, well at least early by the standards we would set while in the city.
The next morning after my good sleep in I made ready and was about to head out when I bumped into Kelly a girl that we had met on the journey out of the Pantanal and in Iguazu. So after she checked in we headed out together to explore the city. Meanwhile Forster feeling the effects of the night before decided to have a bit of a sleep in. I'm writing this several days after the events and through a slight haze of events so forgive me for the lack of information. But basically at some point I went on an old Navy boat and I'm sure I ate food. That night we headed out to dinner together to go to a real Argentine Steakhouse. After a year in England this was one thing I was looking forward to on this trip. We all got massive steaks and a side of salad to make it look at least a bit like a real meal. Needless to say it was awesome. Best part
How do you ride one?
It's just like riding a..... though including beer and wine we paid about £11 each.
The next day Forster feeling a bit more like a human being and feeling up for some exercise was keen to go on the bike tour. So off we headed on the bikes to have a look at the south side of the city. Was a fun day on the bikes which is a great way to see the city as we could cover so much more ground. We went and saw many of the famous sites of the city including Le Boca where we stopped off at the Le Boca stadium for a few pics. That night Forster and I headed for a few beers at an English pub on the way home. After a few pints we met some crazy Argentinian dude and spent several hours chatting with him while having a few pints. By the time we got back to the hostel we were already a bit pissed but meeting some friends in the lobby we decided it would be a good idea to grab a few more beers. Probably the biggest hangover of this trip belongs to this night. The next day Forster after hitting
Boys and bikes.
Not drunk this time. BA hard for a few days just needed a break.
The next day was spent in recovery a bit for the both of us. But later that night all the guys from the hostel headed out together for a meal on the town. So being in good spirits we headed out for some food. Sadly the food was pretty average and really did ruin that part of the night. Instead we headed around to a bar and decided to have some drinks. Forster bailed early still not feeling quite up to standards. I however decided this would be the night I had a big one after taking it easier the few nights earlier in the week. So after a few beers in the pub with all the people from the hostel we realised the place was empty so decided to head home. I was kinda hoping that would be the end of my night but sadly that assumption was far from true. After having a beer in the bar downstairs it was suddenly decided by the hostel owners that it was time for Beer Pong. So after deciding our teams we started the long night of drinking. I believe
by the time we finished the hostel owner was sleeping on a couch the bartender was completely shattered and the English boys we met that night could barely form a sentence. Heading to bed was probably the best idea I had that night.
The next day we killed some time finding some books to buy and getting packed for our long bus ride to Mendoza. During the stay we managed to pick up Simon. Who is now in our travel party all the way to Bolivia. After sending some last minute email we got our stuff ready and tried to make our way to the bus station. The first snag we ran into was that Simon's food ordered 35 minutes ago still wasn't ready. So after waiting ten minutes for that and looking nervously at my watch we finally got the food and got a cab. This was probably the worst decision we have made on the trip. For those who haven't been to Buenos Aires you wouldn't know of the main road through it. But picture a massive wide street with over ten lanes. It's hard to imagine traffic getting too congested. However one thing we learnt in
Boca Stadium
Most famous team. this cab ride was that Argentinian's are terrible drivers. They just have no concept of road rules or lanes. Combine this with a protest in the middle of it and we were suddenly in a bit of trouble. Luckily to our rescue was super cabbie. I have no idea how many laws this man broke but it was a funny ride. Weaving in and out of traffic creating our own lanes everywhere. Laughing and shouting at bus drivers that wouldn't let him through. Finally we were free of traffic and making our way towards the bus station just scraping in ten minutes before departure. We sat back in our massive leather chairs and settled for the long ride to Mendoza.
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