So I was gonna take a bus...

So I was gonna take a bus to Lima, which is the equivalent of travelling by land from Atlanta to Los Angeles. I woke up and decided to cash in my bus ticket and buy a plane.

When I realized I could not afford a plane, I settled for a flight on a commercial airliner. It cost a lot, but it saves seventy hours.

So I´m still in Buenos Aires, and still loving it.

The other night I went to the most delicious buffet I´ve ever been to. (3666 Santa Fe) I went with this Israeli dude, who told me that before he left, his friends who had already travelled in South America said, most likely in a heavily accented way:

¨Okay check out Macchu Picchu, Salar de Uyuni, Patagonia, and Mariano Buffet.¨

Oh the subtlety of the pork ribs, the steaks, the sushis, the pastries, even the vegetarian dishes were delightful... mmmmmm.

Yesterday I went to a museum to commemorate the 30th anniversary of the Golpe de Estado... its the day that the military dictatorship took over Argentina from 1976-1983. In this time 30,000 people went missing. Most of them college students with supposedly subversive ideologies.

I didn´t know anything about it before I went to the museum. We met a woman whose daughter was taken. It´s really amazing that this type of thing happened in the last thirty years. Tommrow there is a march in the main square to remember the desparecidos.

Ronald Reagan supported the regime because of their equal or greater distaste for communism.

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I´ve been staying at the Lime House on Rivadavia and Lima for a week and a half now. It´s really great. Its like a college dorm. But instead of RA´s who hassle you about booze and noise, the staff of the Lime House supplies you with it. Granted they charge five pesos a shot for vodka, when you can just go across the street and buy the entire bottle for seven. That´s right a bottle of medium range vodka costs $2.30. They even have a four peso bottle.

So last night I, with the help of several Israelis, a Brit, and some Canadians got super drunk by way of drinking games which I never quite grasped. It was a really fun night.

Today I finally got my traveller´s cheques cashed. For the past four days I have been forgetting to arrive before three-thirty... but today I did it. I signed the cheques, but they didn´t believe that it was really my signature. So I had to explain to them that my handwriting was atrocious. Then I had to write my signature again and again, finally they saw it was me. Phewph.

That´s my life... I´m going back to (back to) Cali (Cali) a week from tommrow. I expect a Root Beer or something.

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