Buenos Aires continued...

This place is so busy and entertaining that all the days are blurring into one. We spent the day after the pubcrawl just chilling out, going food shopping etc. We had our last day in Milhouse hostel and were glad to leave. The next day (Saturday) we checked out, put our bags in our new hostel and then went to La Boca.
La Boca is the neighbourhood you see on all the photos of Buenos Aires with the colourful houses.

It is a place tourists go to take pictures, eat steak and watch the gauchos (cowboys) dancing. There are also tango dancers and lots of souvenir shops. The surrounding area is where the Boca juniors football stadium is. We didn't spend long there because it was only small. We went back to our hostel and I had a nap whilst Jemma went on the internet. We then met up with Delia, our South African friend from Iguazu. It was really nice to see her again and have a few drinks. Then we met some really nice English girls and decided to go on another organised pub crawl. You pay about £20 and get all you can eat pizza and wine/ beer for the first hour and then free shots in every bar and free entry to the nightclub at the end. It was completely different to the pubcrawl we went on on Thursday. It was quite rowdy and there were a lot of people there - mainly Argentinians. It was good to speak Spanish but after a while the sleazy men got a bit tiresome. We used every excuse under the sun to fend them off but none of them worked. Nevertheless, we had an excellent night with the two English girls and we ended up getting taken on a minibus to a club out in the sticks. The club was massive and packed with under age teenagers. Coincidentally, whilst at this club, we bumped into several people we had met in Buenos Aires on the walking tour, plus, Caroline, another girl we had met in Foz do Iguazu. It wasn't a coincidence however, it turned out all the hostels had arranged to dump us all in the same club for one big hostel party. The drinks were really expensive and there were lots of lost travellers wandering about drunk who didnt even know what hostel they were staying in. We caught a taxi back with our two English friends and then had pizza in the kitchen. It was just like being in Cardiff.

The internet hasn't been working in the hostel, so I have been writing this on the netbook to post whenever we next get internet. On Sunday we got up late and walked to the shop to buy some food for a picnic and then had a picnic in the park (baguette with pate and crisps). We then wandered around the Sunday markets before heading back to the hostel to get ready to go out. That evening we went to a tango show in the oldest cafe in Buenos Aires - Cafe Tortini.

More Buenos Aires photos here: Buenos Aires Album