March 13

It was another all-nighter which put us in Buenos Aires in mid-morning. Before leaving from the Brazilian side, we had made arrangements to meet up with all of the Danish guys at a youth hostel. They had BRAND NEW copy of the Lonely Planet, South America Guide Book and we picked a hostel from it to meet at. It had just been released two months previous. If anything should be accurate it would be that book. Right? (I know your tired of hearing about it but if your going on a trip to South America, DON'T buy that book.) The hostel we picked out was the brand new, bla, bla, bla, first pick by LP. IT WASN'T THERE! An empty building. Good thing we had a backup and found our friends at pick #2. 

We took showers and settled in and soon the Danes returned from walking around town. We all made a plan to go to the cemetery were Evita is buried and headed out. Our youth hostel was right dab in the middle of Beverly Hills, Buenos Aires. We were in the hi, hi, hi rend district. Fancy shmancy boutiques lined the streets selling anything and everything expensive. Eventually we made it to the cemetery and found Evitas tomb. There was a small crowd around it but we all squeezed in for a picture. I'm sure she was thrilled. 

As we walked back to our hostel we thought we'd have a beer but checked some prices before ordering. "$7 A BEER"! That wasn't in any of our budgets. So we grabbed a 6pack and went back to the hostel. After a short rest we went out to a recommended restaurant for dinner. Grants was the place and it was incredible! There logo was a $50 bill but with $30 on the corners. It was a huge buffet with many different hot food stations. It also had a traditional Argentine meat grill. If it was meat, they had it on a Bar-B-Que, a rotisserie or just on a squire over a wood flame. I'm sure they weren't too happy to see six very hungry guys walk in at $10 all you can eat. They even had a Sushi bar. We all went there first and made a pretty good dent in it before even seeing what else they had. Pasta station, Chinese station, hot food, cold food, sea food, and the meat grill! We were stuffed! So full all we could do was go home and go to sleep.

March 14

We might have left that day but all the talk around the hostel was that there was to be a huge party on the roof that night. We weren't in that big a hurry that we couldn't help some people celebrate whatever they had to celebrate. Dan did his usual lap around town, and I did a little computer work. When he came back with the Danes they had bags of food. We were to have cheese burgers and pasta. I don't know why, that's what the Danes wanted. Dan wiped up the best homemade cheeseburger I have ever had and left the Danish guys that all of the burgers in the states taste like that. They were huge! They went great with the beer and spirits. After dinner we sat on the roof and waited for the party to begin. And waited. And waited, until we had a party of our own. Others from the hostel had joined in all wondering were the big party was but not really caring. Later we found that the party was on another level and was only for the in-crowd which we were not. It couldn't have mattered less due to the great time we all had on the roof swapping stories and travel plans. 

March 15

I was probably talking to much because I didn't drink too much and felt great in the morning. We did a money run and it was heaven. Stick your card in the machine and out comes money. Maybe it was good that I didn't have a working ATM card before. Maybe it slowed me down a bit, all I know is, now that I have an ATM card there isn't much money left to get. Being in a place like Argentina makes you think about money because it sure goes fast here. At the bus terminal we got cokes and sandwiches served by a guy in a tux. $2.60 for a coke! I gota get out of this town! Last minute plan steered us towards the Mountains of Patagonia instead of the coast and we got on another all-night bus