A week of excess...

I can´t believe how fast time has flown. I believe the last time I wrote, or typed rather, a little something something was over a week or two weeks ago. I don´t quite know where to start however after updating this little blog my travel pal and I met two lovely lovely Geordie lasses who we ended up travelling, firstly, to Iguazu Falls -Argentina stylee - then to Buenos Aires where we spent a truly excessive week. That place is totally party central, I have´t drunk so much vodka since university and I haven´t made such a tit out of myself since, um, a week or so ago. We were staying at party hostel central which was tres fun and what it lacked in natural lighting, boy did it make up for it with the mega hot receptionist who I am little enamoured by! Phew, I think I may just have to take a minute.

So perhaps rather than bore you with all the details, I could break it down bullet point stylee, for my own record as much as yours!

Day one
Went to a fab restaurant called Mirandas. Learnt that the best way to go against my Hindu code of conduct is to gorge on beef! Well, when in Argentina... Went back to the hostel, drank way too much cheap vodka. Ended up in the hostel bar, harrassed one young lad by calling him every name in the sun - oops - then tried to chat up his mate Angus (with a beard), who told me I was very intelligent, very confusing and that he couldn´t work me out. Er hello! If I insult you (ie tell you you have nice crow´s feet - don´t ask), it means I like you. Well in my world anyway. Needless to say that foray didn´t culminate in anything remotely mindblowing (he left) and we ended up in some dodgy Argentinian club.... enough said. .

Day two
Coppped a look at the hot receptionist - totally thought we had a connection, much like with Angus, had a terribly uncomfortable (sober) conversation with Angus, ran away, then hit the shops. Thank god for materialism and markets. Two scarves later I was happy as larry and we tangoed the night away.

Day three
Hot receptionist told me I smelt nice. Swoon. I got all flustered and tried to make a witty quip. What is the matter with me? Sometimes it´s best just to say thanks. Went on a fabulous bike ride round Palermo. Now tell me, have you ever rode a Brompton bike, by that, I mean one with curved handlebars not straight handlebars? If not, do it, do it now as they are the shizzle. I felt like such a lady. My back was straight, my helmet cocked to one said - my bike rocked! On our return we went to a very cool restaurant called Krisna, bohemian central, and then ended up at the hostel bar, again, where my friend, um, let´s call her Kat, told me she could get us all drunk in half an hour. Well she´s a Geordie, and she was right. I was hammered, saw my mate Angus, told him he had very lovely nose, tried to chase after him to confess my undying love ( he disappeared) then proceeded to tell everyone else and their mother that I was in love with him. For the record, I am not, just merely deluded. Ended up in yet another dodgy nightclub where I had a brief dalliance with a Londoner who said he was going to nail me so I left.

Day four
Hangover central. Went to La Broca, gorgeous coloured houses, tango galore and so much crap to buy. I was in my element. Went to the hostel bar in the evening, saw the nailer man, ran away then had a terribly uncomfortable debate about the morals of journalism.

Day five
Went to Uruguay for the crack, ate a gizzard and an intestine and supped hot chocolate - aside from the intestine, not the gizzard, it was bliss. These Uruguayians sure know who to eat!

Day six
Rented a golf buggy to zip around town in. Headed back to BA for one last night of excess and went to the hot receptionist´s birthday party, he asked if I was interested, I made another unwitty quip, he told me he´d like an Indian girlfriend, cue more embarrasment, eventually gave in after ten vodkas, had a clandestine (which translates to incredibly drunken) smooch, got in a a taxi with him... oh yeah... then half way home the object of my affections had to get out to throw up not once, not twice but probably about five times. That put pay to any sexy fun, so I took him home, arrived at my hostel at 6.30, then got up for my flight to Bolivia at 7.30. Cripes! Buenos Aires is NOT for the faint-hearted.

This takes me to pretty much today, where I am in La Paz (a dizzyingly beautiful city which may cause me bankruptcy), suffering from chronic PMT (which means stay out of my way). Hence why I am trying to stay out of my travel pal´s way incase I am mean to her (which I think has already happened)! Ooops, where´s the starflower oil when I need it.

So I think that´s all. I think I will like La Paz. I have already bought a love potion from a witch and I am off to the Salt Plains tomorrow in.... a local bus (scary petrified).

On that note, I will sign off with...

Pray for me