Buenos Dias, Bocadillas!: Entrada de la Caballo! (The Entrance of the Horse!)

Back to Buenos Aires for round two, this time with another partner in crime, Rob Ponton, who had flown in from Joburg via Rio de Janiero. After spending a single night there he had already said there was a massive vibe there already with Carnival festivities brewing!

A mole, a retard and a horse walk into a bar in Buenos Aires sounds like a bit of a joke that Savannah would use in one of its adverts. Some also would say that it would be a recipe for disaster but alas it was very civilised with a few drinks and some dinner at a cafe. On arrival back to our hostel, Milhouse Avenue, a buckwild jol was on the go with cheap drinks and shots. The horse suddenly had a glint in his eye after seeing this. After that, two rounds of drinks appeared in front of us miraculously. Accompanying these were Rob's standard issue digestives, a "shot" of Jagermeister. These were basically the same size as a Terrace cane and creme soda! Let's just say that we definitely went to bed straight after and most certainly weren't looking for hamburguesa (am-boor-ge-sa) at half past 4 the following morning.

With this factor incorporated, we managed to pull ourselves from bed at around one. We showed horse some of the things we had already seen but were feeling a bit too fragile to do anything that involved too much effort. We then made the irrational decision to go and watched a soccer game that had been advertised at Milhouse. This was supposed to be THE most authentic of all Argentinian experiences. It was unreal and has to have its own post to try and show the gees these people have over here for football.

Other things we got around to doing in Buenos Aires were seeing: