Howard Johnson Sierras Hotel And Casino Cordoba

... them we wanted to have a complete 30,000 km service on the bike plus have the tires changed. We figured they would tell us they wouldn't be able to do anything with the bike until Monday and we didn't mind the idea of being in Cordoba and with its friendly people for the weekend. But they got right to work on it, calling back in a mechanic that had left for the day after lunch. <br> <br>Unlike shops in the US that tell us they can ...

... under the star sky having this after 13 h without food (I've really had to remake my eating patterns here...)<br><br>FRIDAY<br>Finally it was a "real" winter day, cold enough to enjoy a jacket. I took Caro to the botanical gardens of Buenos Aires and got myself excited about the native argentinian plants. Nerdy, I know. Then we went to a mall, walked around and had lunch. Just back to the hostel to grab our luggage and get picked up by a friend of Caros (or oh well, one ...

... to the pl*ce just *dds to their unique ch*r*cter. Highlights include * police escort from Winery #6 (this w*s the 'tourist police' whose sole role it seemed in this p*rt of town is to m*ke sure people don't get run over when le*ving their l*st winery drunk), re*lizing I w*s ******** myself *t the prospect of Abs*iling off * cliff *fter getting instructions in SPANISH from my tour guide (well - I h*dn't done it for ne*rly 18 ye*rs *nd w*s * bit rusty - it w*s ...

... 20 years old, seven days/week without ever taking a vacation. A few of us give her a hand each day, and also talk to the senior citizens, take them for walks, etc. A lot of them mumble so I can't understand much of what they say, but it seems like they enjoy the company and I'm sure the mental stimulatuion is good for them. This past weekend, we started painting her house, which it desperately needed ...

... the day before. By this point hunger was setting in and after quickly stopping in to pay the hostel for our stay so we didn´t have to sort it out the next morning we went for dinner. We found a Parilla (BBQ) restaurant and indulged in rather a lot of meat. The Bife de Chorizo (rump steak), salad and a bottle of red all went down a treat and we retreated to the comfort of our bed to put the food babies to bed. After checking out at 10am and giving the hostel breakfast a miss ...

... loads of tourists coming through town everyday just to see a house. That night we went out for dinner with Edgar, Christian the moody German and Kathrine the Ozzie. We went to Parilla de Raul, our choice, and luckily a good one. Graham claims it was his best steak yet. Christian the moody German complained, not about the steak but first he wasn't happy about the restaurant not having a menu, then he didn't want to get a bottle of red wine, then we didn't want to have ...

... gotten to know (they come over to drink and go out with us), Coco, Sabrina, Eugenia, Flaco, Camilo, Brenda, Romi, Paulo, Jorge, Jose, and the others that I am forgetting. We I couldn't even tell you what we have done since I have gotten here (I'm catching up from a few weeks of slacking at the blog) except party and recover. We have basically been partying our asses off. We start having a few beers around 8pm and continue till 2 or ...

... lo avro' fatto! sono contento di lasciare l'amata argentina con una citta' cosi' bella! il ricordo rimane moltp piu' piacevole... Domani in piu' mi tocca un lavoraccio... lo shopping perche' l'artigianato argentino non lo becchero' piu'!! e poi prima della della Bolivia un buon bife de lomo non me lo toglie nessuno... poi riso e pollo... quasi quasi mi fermo qui ancora un po'!! le foto... ancora una volta un computer senza USB... pero' domani lo cerco e aggiorno tutto!!

... have been checking out anyway). So I let it fly. I have not been this angry or fought like this for a very, very long time. He was basically accusing me of being a tart and that my laughing and joking with everyone at the "fiesta" was an invitation for Jota to come and punch my door and wake everyone else up. So I told the short, balding little twit exactly where he could go, and I didn't care that I was roaring and probably everyone in the dorms around ours ...