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Buenos Aires

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Well howdy all!

Well I finally made it after an approx 16 hr flight. I got to watch Alice in wonderland on the plane, which made the first few hours bearable on, and managed to fall into a semi consious coma for about 6 hours. All in all, I´m just glad I coped and the plane didn´t drop out of the sky. After the last few weeks of near misses with the ash cloud, plane crew and other persons selfish messings about, I just did not know what to expect.

Once I finally landed in BA airport, I had a walk around trying to find out where to get the shuttle bus into the city. You´d think it would be easy, but nothing was clearly written anywhere, and with with heavy backpack, the sun shining hot and hard, and about 20 taxi drivers in your face, lets just say it got rather confusing. I got my little guide book out, and finally after about 20 mins I found the ticket booth. Once the tickets were bought I went on another run around the airport looking for where the bus stop was. Never have I had such a good work out!!! so finally on the bus, settling down and relaxing, i had a sudden ´lisá thought´..... ´wheres my guide book??????!!!!´ I calmly resigned myself to thinking i must have stupidly left it at the ticket booth.

After much wanting to punch myself on the journery into town, I arrived at my hostel ´The Art Factory´. Sweaty, tired, fluffed hair and all, I stumbled into the hostel and up the stairs, only to be greeted by, what I can only call adonis personified!!( we call him hot hostel guy) absolutely beautiful... and look at the state of me?!!! The beautiful man, took one look at us and said we could have a private room for the night for the price of a shared dorm. What a lovely guy! I thought to myself. So we went off and got washed and had a kip determined to look stunning the next time he saw us, but of course, the next time he saw me was emerging from the shower, dripping wet, with a crumpled towel covering my modesty. oh well... what a way to make an impact Lisa!!

oh and back to my missing book, as you can probs guess, I found it, in my bag. I´m much cleverer than I give myself credit for.

after a short kip, and looking far more refreshed than before, the beautiful man informed us that we should go to the ´pretty fair´which was a few blocks away from the hostel - so off we went.

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The weather was beautiful and the fair was a great way to settle in, it reminded me of Camden and portobello market rolled into one, all pretty much junk being sold, but nice to stroll through and have a nose.

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Once we had finished at the fair, we had a bite to eat and some green tea and then headed back to the hostel to sleep some more.

Our intention was to go from Buenos Aires to Iguazu Falls, and see it from both sides. However, after much deliberation, and me holding my breath, for fear of getting frustrated and throwing a strop, we agreed to go to Iguazu falls in Brazil at the end of our trip in Brazil. (a bus journey from BA is approx 17 hrs and a cheap seat was over $500 pesos). So next stop will be Mendoza.

The next morning we moved rooms to the shared dorm, with our keys in hand we went to drop off our bags. We opened the door, and the smell of dirty, sweaty, grubby, drunk boy hit us like a big red bus. oh no!! and no room for us. 4 men slept there unknowing we had walked in. we headed back and left our bags with reception. whilst locking our bags together with my dads handy big padlock we met ´Teo´ One of our new room mates to be. He worked in the hostel. Lets just say after the smell of that room, we were not very pleased to meet him. and he had the sweatiest clammy hand ever, we both walked away searching for our anti-bacterial gel, and wondering where that hand had been to be like that! YUCK!

So anyways, off we went to the Retiro bus station to book our tickets for Mendoza. we walked through the centre of town and took lots of pics of the plaza de mayo and other such places.

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We have decided that the best bet to save money is to cook ourselves so we have bought some pasta and other bits and bobs for our food (i knew my plastic bowl would come in handy.)

Once back at the Hostel we found our bearings in the new room and just chilled out, wondering who our other room mate would be.

We went to sleep and the next day awoke to meet our new room mate who stumbled in at some silly o´clock. his name was Michael and he was a corpoarte Lawyer from belgium... and he was yum. Very nice guy, quiet, chilled and not a heavy drinker. He was in BA learning spanish.

Tuesday we spent in Palermo and central BA just walking about (also finding a pair pf jeans for Fiona as hers had ripped in the crotch area - little did i know then, that this would not be the only time we spent a day looking for Jeans for Fiona.) Palermo is really nice, good shops a good feel to it, the centre is very much like Oxford street in London, busy, with a touristy atmosphere, but cleaner and probably less busy. I'm thinking Oxford street ona quiet weekday. San Telmo where our hostel is, is the arty underground area, its quite nice, but can seem a bit dodgy especaially at night. I would not feel safe walking around on my own at night. The city is beautiful though, with lovely buildings and parks. I willdefinitely be coming back!!!!! There is such a lovely vibe in Buenos Aires, its one of thoses few places where i really feel I could live and feel very settled.

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Somehow my stay in Buenos Aires was cut short, with Fiona wanting to leave for Mendooza on Thursday instead of Sunday/Monday. (Her reasons were that it was too expensive??? Saying yes to her is something i would soon regret, as Argntina is nowhere near as expensive as you might think, especially compared wuth Brazil. Anyways its was decided that due to this new plan we would be going out on the Tuesday night. Our big night out. So we had a beer in the hostel which we sneaked into our rooms and drunk out of our new plastic tea cups and then headed out to find a bar. The bar we ended up finding was a really nice chilled out place where you could sit and chat and listen to some very cheesy 90´s classics (ace of base anyone?). then they had a live band who played stevie wonder, the police and Jamiroquai. they were pretty good and i had a good time shaking my shoulders about and bopping to the music.

we then headed back to the hostel at about 1.30am. the Belgium boy had unfortunatly been drugged earlier that day, by a guy who either wanted his passport and money, or something more.... ( he is very pretty!) so he was passed out in a dizzy world of his own. bless him.

as we were sat out on the patio chatting to a new Zealander called Steve who knows Milton Keynes, Teo came round and virtually begged us to go to a club called the Red door. ( we later found out that at the red door, Teo got free drinks for the night for bringing us there, we were the only girls in the place, so were hot property.) so we thought, alright we´ll go for one drink- one drink led to many and before we knew it it was 7am!!

we met quite a few guys, one being a barman from Israel, who only had eyes for Fiona and after talking a lot about catholics, religion and then his religion (which consists of slapping women around cos they love it,) a love bonded like nothing before, and he played her 2 U2 songs and propsed marriage - she declined sadly and the night moved on.

We were being hounded by a peruvian guy who would not leave me alone, and was really starting to get to me, so after hiding out in the loos for a bit, then glancing at the pool table, we started chatting to some Americans, one chap from washington called Fernando and a young 21 year old who was very happy he could legally drink, called Frederico. they sweared a lot, but were actually really nice guys. we have their e-mail addresses, so time will tell if we keep in touch.

Also met an English guy from our hostel who was nice and ´normal´. he is staying in BA as he has now run out of money.. apparently. but he was handy to walk back to the hostel with as he saved me from the freaky peruvian. who kept coming up and asking me if i needed a bodyguard - no thankyou!!

Wednesday, was recovery day, and we mainly chilled out in the hostel and popped out for some air and a stroll around. we got back to make some dinner, and guess what! the beautiful hostel man was there again, looking as lovely as ever. he came in and said Ólla Chica´s´and we swooned big time. he was in the kitchen at the same time, so we chatted to him for a bit, he has been to Dublin and London and wants to go back (he can come visit me anyday!!! hahaha). He also mentioned that Colombia is the place to see, so we are quite excited about going there. He really was lovely, and i will deffo miss him. ahaha

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We decided to stay in wed night anf just chill, even after Teo and the gang tried to persuade us to go out, we were having none of it and got some well deserved rest.

Waking up the next day to find out that Belgium guy was the unlucky one this time, as he got dragged out instead, and was nearly late for his spanish class.

So today is our last day in BA, and sadly for the time being I cannot up load my photos - hopefully in Mendoza we will have some luck. we are off to the hostel in a bit for a cuppa and to get our taxi to the station.

We got back to the Hostel, and Hot hostel guy was on reception - oh he really was so dreamy, never met a more handsome bloke, I might even choose him over Nadal, so you can imagine how hooked i was. We dossed about in the hostel for about 30 mins, until our taxi came. and away we went with all our bags, as we clambered down the stairs, hot hostel guy came and gave us both a kiss on the cheek goodbye (OMG!!). to say we were both blushing furiously was an understatment. haha

So away we drove to the bus station, never to see hot guy again.

Adios Buenos Aires.. i will be back one day!!!

Once geeting on the bus, we made ourseleves comfy for the long drive ahead, only to get stuck listebing to 80´s power ballads on the radio. songs like ´don´t dream its over and must have been love´ it was as if the radio dj knew how we were feeling.

Posted by Lisaann 02:45 Archived in Argentina

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