I Don´t Know What I expected... But This Isn´t It

Trip Start Jan 17, 2006
Trip End Ongoing

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Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Hello All,

Well we arrived in Cordoba at 7:30 am after a 10 hour bus ride from BA. Except for the screeching babies, cramped seating, and sweltering conditions inside the bus... the trip was fantastic. Seriously though, the trip was smooth.

Cordoba is the type of town you love to leave. There isnīt much to do there except drink cheap beer and shop. On the bright side at least there was one interest for each of us

Anyway, Ashley was very adventurous when she called the hostel we stayed at. She asked if we could set up a tent out back and they agreed. When she hung up the phone she told me, "well, we are carrying the tent... we might as well use it" After I wiped the tears from my eyes I agreed and it seemed like a great idea... at the time.

So we arrive at the hostel and are led to the "tenting" area. The "tenting" area consisted of a dirt patch in the corner of the courtyard. It was seperated from the rest of the common area by a haphazardly drawn line of tossed cigarette butts and other assorted refuse. While it was clear to us immediately where the tent should go... it was not immediately clear where the trash ended and our campsite began. "Hey" we said. "we are only staying two nights... how bad can it be? At least it isnīt raining"
Well as you all might well imagine the weather channel was wrong. Despite a forcast of full sun and no rain... it rained... poured actually... and for a of couple hours.

Luckily we were able to scramble across town to cover up our stuff before the downpour. We stumbled onto the local microbus station and bought tickets for the next day to Cosquin where a huge folklore music festival has been taking place every year since 1961. We spent the remainder of the evening sweating.

At about 1am we decided to head to bed but found the courtyard was being utilized by a group of Israeli tarvelers who were playing cards and drinking. I swallowed my stereotypes created in past overseas encounters with groups of Israeli tourists and Ashley and I headed into our tent. About an hour later they were still partying and making even more noise. Unfortunately they were only a few feet away from our tent and sleeping wasīnt an option for us. I went outside and asked them if they could keep it down just a bit and they insisted they were almost done with their card game.

They did leave the courtyard about 30 minutes later but unfortunately they left to go out to the bars. They returned to the hostel at about 6:30 am and continued where they left off. Luckily they quit soon thereafter and the biggest challenge I faced was convincing Ashley to abondon her fantasies of taking a blow horn into their room while they were sleeping. Other get backs were also discussed but we wonīt go into that. The next night they were at it again and I was more firm in my confrontation with them (Letīs put it this way, if I hadnīt been, Ashley wouldīve been more firm with me when I returned to the tent)and they finally stumbled off to bed.

Cordoba was great to leave and we would not recommend it.
Ashley will explain the scene at Cosquine in the next blog.

Pete and Ashley
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