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San Carlos de Bariloche,
Argentina
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
So this dude who works at the hostel knows the guy who owns Tango Sur in Chicago, which just happens to be my favorite restaurant in the entire city. Small world.
I have to switch rooms at the hostel, not sure why. This place is very unorganized. I have to get the key to my room to get all my crap. I bring all my crap downstairs and then I have to get the key to my new room and carry all my crap back up the stairs to my new room. I then bring the key back down and the girl working reception tells me I need to get the sheets from my bed in my old room and gives me the key to my old room. I get the sheets from my old room, walk back down stairs, return the key and then she gives me the key to my new room again so I can throw my sheets on my bed. Retarded!!!!
Ok, so after that nonsense is taken care of, I hop in the minibus that came to pick me up to take me white water rafting. I`m pretty psyched as I have never been white water rafting before and seems as if it is pretty cool and the good thing is rafts don`t have chains or nuts that can bust. The guide puts me and this other dude in front and the front guys are supposed to be the power (I`m not power am I) and apparently we have to row our asses off. The guide is pretty funny and he keeps everything lighthearted even though this sport is a bit dangerous especially since the 8 people in the raft have never done this before. He gives us all the signals we`ll need and we take off down the rapids. Now you don`t have rapids the entire time, in fact most of the time you spend meagerly floating along with the gentle currents. This particular stretch of the river though will have 9 different rapids we will have to navigate ranging from Class II to Class IV (Class V is the biggest and most dangerous), most of which will be Class III (I seriously doubt we ever had a Class IV rapid to be honest). Me and the French dude in front have to paddle like a one legged duck and it`s pretty tough work, but going down the rapids is more fun than watching Beans drop draws and sit in a chair full of snow outside in the middle of winter for 30 seconds for like $2 or something (or hah, that time in Milwaukee we gave Hogger $2 to drink 2 pitchers of water and then he hurled or even better that time we gave him $10 in Vegas (after he lost all his money) to drink the booty of a Heineken bottle in the room from the night before that had a cigarette butt in the bottom of it, good times). This sport is nuts as there are hundreds of rocks sticking up out of the water and if you fall in you have to be pretty careful. I actually even enjoy the lazy river aspect of it as the jagged cliffs rising out of the water juxtaposed with the river make for a picturesque moment. At some point we try to "catch a hole" which entails us paddling back up stream in order to strategically put the raft in this "hole" caused by a large rapid descending over a large rock. We have to paddle the fuck outta the place and supposedly we hit the "hole" because the force is so strong it knocks my ass off the raft and the guy next to me. We float down the river and the raft catches up to us and the people who are still somewhat dry pull us back in. Anyways, the day was awesome and white water rafting is a fucking good time and after we are finished we get a barbecue and beer. I`m sitting there at the table with everyone and I start telling stories how girls in BA are fucking off their rocker and they are all nuts to find out shortly afterwards that the French dude`s girlfriend is from BA (who by the way are sitting right next to me). No fucking kidding. Another excellent example of me sticking my foot in my mouth once again. I should be famous for this by now. I think one of the best examples of me putting my foot in my mouth is..........one of my fraternity brothers was this black dude named Ly who loved fat white chicks, and after college I would see him every once in awhile and one time I saw him out with this fat white chick (some things never change). So about 9 months later a few of my old fraternity brothers decide we should all hang out and Ly shows up and the first thing I say to him is "Hey Ly, you still fucking that fat white bitch", Ly responds with "ummm, yeah, she`s my wife". Hah, what a fine fine moment that was. Ly is cool as hell though and didn`t give a shit, I don`t think so anyways.
Back at the hostel I meet this Swedish dude who is trekking up Mt. Tronador tomorrow which is the highest peak here. I more or less invite myself and he tells me that I need to catch an 8:20am bus if I want to go. Ok, no going out tonight.
Fin
