In Argentina, we just air dry.

Oktoberfest:

After a very relaxing night in the beautiful Alta Gracia, which seemed to have a better night life than Rosario, we took a look at one of the houses Che grew up in. This was pretty neat, so now we've seen the house he was born in and one of the many houses he lived in during his childhood. He was quite a good looking kid btw.

We wished we could've stayed longer, but we set off for Corboda right after that. Following the interesting process of shoving our backpacks into lockers we hopped on a bus for Oktoberfest. When we arrived, there were people everywhere, in the streets, in the shops and they were wearing everything from regular clothes to kilts and pointy green hats. This was just outside of the actual festival.

We bought our tickets and walked in, prepared with mug in hand. As we first walked in, the sound of folk, German music of some type including a harp filled the air. People were standing on their seats yelling, dancing and trying to balance themselves. Friends had their arms around each other, all looking quite similar with their rosy red cheeks, and danced until they fell down. After sampling our fair share of beer, we set off for cordoba and then a 10 hour bus ride to Buenos Aires, on which we got wine and whiskey instead of wine and champagne.