10.03.2012 - 14.03.2012 30 °C
At our last stop, Puerto Iguazu, we made the decision to book a luxury bus for the 20 hour bus ride to Buenos Aires with our Norwegian roommates. It was way out of our budget, but at least we got a good night’s sleep
Finally in B.A the hostel hunt started. After knocking on about 20 doors we started to get worried. Yes, it was Friday, but Buenos Aires is a big city, we should be able to find four beds.
As it was nearing lunch time we sat down at a café and eventually found a hostel online. After another ten block trek with all our gear we were ready for a shower and a snooze. Needless to say we were not very pleased when the girl at reception announced that they were overbooked. However, after much back and forth, they eventually managed to find a room for us, only eight hours after our arrival.
On the plus side we ran into some friends from Rio, and decided to go on a pub crawl with them the following night. Buenos Aires is famous for its night life, and it would just be wrong not to check it out.
We started out at the hostel with free pizza and beer for an hour. The pizza was average at best, but the beer was good
We hit a few bars in the area around the hostel before getting onboard the party bus.
The Party Bus
After a short drive we arrived at a MASSIVE club. Our pub crawl host told us its maximum capacity was 5000 people! Being part of an arranged pub crawl we got to skip the line-up, and entered the belly of the beast. It was packed. Hot and sweaty doesn’t even begin to describe it. After a while I checked my watch and realized that it was 7 a.m., although that didn’t seem to put a damper on the party. It was starting to get late for us northern hemisphereans, and we caught a taxi home. At this point I still had plans of hitting the Sunday antique market at noon.
We didn’t get up to much the next day, even though I did make it to the market We were almost functioning normally by dinner time.
Our last day in B.A we did the obligatory sightseeing.
The presidential Palace
The balcony from which Evita Peron sang to the people
As some of you might have caught on to by now, Jason is not a city person, and Buenos Aires was starting to get on his nerves. It was time to get out, and in a unprecedented chaos of traffic and bad planning we miraculously made it onboard a ferry to Uruguay, more accurately Colonia del Sacramento. Pictures will be up later!