Argentina - Part 3

Buenos Aires – Argentina part 3

Well on Monday, after much decision making (we are feckin hopeless), we decided to head up to the bus station and investigate a trip to the falls. (This is after deciding that No – we won’t go, we’ll continue chilling out here, and so started walking for 20 mins to our new hotel – It was Jim. Everytime we have a decision made (after hours of decision making) he throws a spanner in the works by changing his mind and uttering his doubts outloud). So anyway we walk 20 mins with our packs on in the heat and Jim says that maybe we should go to the falls, so grand, fine, lets go to the falls and off we bundle into a cab to the bus station. Except when we get there, he’s not so sure anymore. Hmmm 17 hours on a bus and 17 hours back – in four days?? Why that only leaves nearly one day of not being on a bus…
Hmmmmm… so another hour later we decide – Feck it – we’re staying and off we bundle back into a cab – back to the new hotel we had just left. :p

Our new hotel – the hotel Maipu – was much better, big rooms, tv, windows, private bathroom. It was great – the only problem being the smell of brasso getting up poor Jim’s nose. We hung about here for a few days making music on our laptop, and generally just wondering around town, relaxing, getting (expensive) hair cuts, eating inexpensive food and trying to get back on top of our budget – after blowing four days worth of budget in the first meal in BA.

On our last night, we decided to head out to a club again. We hit a different club – just around the corner from the hotel. It was great. We hit the Irish pub for some beer & popcorn, then stocked up on red wine in our room, gave ourselves a wash and donned our ‘going out clothes’. He he. The club was small, dark and cool with an absolutely FANTASTIC sound system. It was cheap enough in, beers were five pesos and despite it being slightly progmania again – we had a feckin blast. Each DJ only had an hour or so and at the end of each set the music was slowed down or stopped and each dj applauded before the next guy came on. It was all in all a brilliant night and we had such a laugh. James made some great hairy friends in the toilets and we also tried to accost the barman – who was wearing an “I heart Ireland” t shirt – to tell him “WE’RE FROM IRELAND..” (pointing at his tshirt and then at us) “IRLANDA…SOY IRLANDESA..” etc He just pouted meanly at us.. lol We were quite embarrassing.. in retrospect..

So we tripped off home at about 6am. Jim was giggly & drunk and I had to pack his bag whilst he half shouted, half drooled instructions at me.. “No only the jeans & the sleeping bag go at the end.. flip flops go at the top….”.

Then the harsh reality of getting up (still langered) to go to the airport at 9am. Yuck. But we did it, we finally found a taxi and got to the airport on time. The feckers charged us a fortune to get out of the country but eventually we got out. Onwards & upwards..