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A big city, full of busy people going places.
A visit to the plaza, a church with a roof built by a boat builder, a Jesuit crypt discovered by telecom, and a museum of memory for the disappeared.
Also a great lunch and beautiful warm weather...not sure how long this will last but ...
... relaxing, and the pilot gave me control of the parachute on the way. Then as running on pure adrenaline for the next couple of hours, not entirely sure what to do with the day after a sky dive. Just stuck around the hostel most of the day, waiting for pictures to arrive and just relaxing a bit. Said bye to Louisa and waited around for Barry (who without wine was really boring, the type with a middle blue unbranded fleece as his cool clothes, and whose accent was now ...
... speaking tour guide is in Canada, espanol only. A bit dissapointing.
On our second evening we decide to go out for some late night drinks. It will only be our second time going out late, so again we take a power nap from about 10 - 11:30pm, this only seems to exhaust me more when I wake up.... My eyes are bloodshot, I seriously consider not going out, but I know Cass is keen so I push through. I need to stop being such a nana.
From the desert to the big city. From Bolivia to Argentina.
That's where I got my first "reverse culture shock".
I spent only two days in beautiful Cordoba, Argentina and I almost spent them completely in my room. But not because of the culture shock. I'll explain you why.
First I thought I would never get accomodation: every hostel in town was fully booked because of a psychology ...
... managed it quite well with a quick row on a boating lake. I was actually so much better at this than Steve was that I was almost embarrased for him. After this we went to the Bicentenial rings which commemorated every year of Argentina´s history. Naturally we had to read 1982 (the year of the war) which was the only place which acknowleged the Falklands are still British. After this it was a lush ice cream in the main square before getting to the bus station for yet another 12 hour journey