Age is a terrible thing

Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
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Trip End Feb 26, 2011


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Milhouse Hostel

Flag of Argentina  ,
Monday, November 29, 2010

I left the room at about 6:15 as I just get bored lay in bed trying to be quiet. Erica got up nice and early as well but I couldn't eat any breako after last night’s feast, so while the lady had some bread and jam I stuck to the coffee. By about 07:40 we were out walking to the wetlands to go twitching again. We were there before the man to open up so instead of paying we found an 'alternative’ way in and were soon twitching away at lots of different types of birds including some fantastic pink flamingos.

This took the best part of the morning and then we went back to the hostel and did a bit on the laptop then headed to the airport to catch our flight to Buenos Aires. The airport was decidedly tiny but we kept ourselves entertained. The plane we got on was just about the oldest plane we have been on since I was a child, it was fine though just entertaining how much things like seat design have moved forward in the last 20 years or so. Guess what, I actually fell asleep though, all be it for about 5m minutes until the plane started making very strange noises again (there goes the paranoia again). The speaker system didn’t even work so you couldn’t hear the voice on the mike, it was amusing, also oddly everyone working on the plane was a man, I think that is a first for me.

We landed in Buenos Aires at about 19:45pm and waited for a bus for about 1 hour, after a quick random change into a taxi with a Korean girl we were dropped off at our hostel. Very, very weirdly we got out of the taxi in a city of 13 Million people and nearly bumped into the Dutch girl from Puerto Madryn, (god it is a small world and just shows you that the tourist trail is alive and kicking – my god we are a walking cliché). It wouldn’t be that random if she was staying at our hostel but she wasn’t.

We dumped our stuff and having eaten a very small piece of bread with a slice of ham and a slice of cheese (not just on the buses then) I was pretty bloody hungry, Erica however seemed to have a slightly different idea. We had timed it just in time for quiz night at the hostel. We bought a beer each and were soon sat with a load of randoms in full quiz night mode. We had an Aussie guy who had been on the lash all afternoon and his contribution to the quiz was to shout out every answer we had to the other teams, name our team without us knowing which turned out to be "Dad please stop touching me" (nice), tell us the answer to one question was definitely ‘porn’ then left, the real answer to that question was actually ‘Bono’, the whole thing was just hilarious. Despite having been looking forward to getting some sleep it was already late but having come second in the quiz (which only Erica and I finished) we won some prizes, the catch being that we had to go to the bar up the road which was in the partner hostel. I wanted to give them away as I was knackered and just get to bed but Erica promised we would go just for the free cocktails (well how could we turn a free drink down) and come straight back home. We got a bit lost trying to find the other place having not had any time to establish our bearings in the city at all and I was still feeling a bit wary of walking down these little unlit back alleys at midnight looking for a bar. Erica nonetheless having had a real change of heart about the early night since the quiz she insisted we had to find the place.  Our prizes were two cocktails and free entry to a club.

We asked a security guard and found it in the end. We had our free cocktails and it must have been about 1am, the Lady however was really getting into the swing of things and didn’t want to leave(this was the same lady who only 4 hours beforehand had said neither of us were partying in Buenos as we only had 2 days 3 nights to see all the city has to offer). We had managed to pick up a cheap single to Rio De Janeiro via Uruguay which almost makes what we are trying to do before Christmas plausible. To delay another day or two would have cost about another £100 each or added about 2 days on the buses after that. Despite being involved in the whole process and having the opportunity to comment there was a complete change of heart.  Alas, the partying had to end but Erica was not a happy bunny – but I was dropping and desperately needed the sleep so we headed back to the hostel and our bunk beds.

Everyone has told us that Buenos Aires is all about the night, but then we are staying in a ‘party hostel’ that we are pushing the upper age limit for.  It is quite evident that it is a party hostel as most of the people having breakfast when it starts at 8am are people who are just coming in still shitfaced.  Still, the quiz was good and the beer is relatively cheap so we can partake a little bit – how on earth do people afford to party every night?  If only!!!
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