A night of speed & coke

This is how our night started:

"..... So Jeremy, we have two options: we can try to find a hostel on the long weekend in a popular city at 11:30pm..... OR we can ditch our stuff in a locker at the bus station, spend that money on alcohol, party until 6 in the am and then catch our bus at 9 am."

"Porque no? We do have to be at the bus station at 9! Why would we waste our money if we have to leave so early."

So..... This was just the beginning. We were told that Rosario has a jumping night life, and the whole time we were there it was none existent apparently. Maybe they were preparing for the long weekend, which has a holiday that no one has even heard of, but any excuse for extra time off work right?

After walking down the main streets of Rosario, with speed in hand, a little early (Aka 12) for the party scene we spotted a bar along the river. After a couple of strong drinks we wandered over to this 3 level club and were so excited to finally find something decent. And what happens.... But of course you're not allowed to wear shorts and I guess in Oliver we're too casual because Jeremy was wearing shorts.

That idea was shot, so instead we went out with our waitress and her friend. And when they went home we introduced ourselves to the next table and spent around an hour trying to learn names and explaining why were in Argentina.

The sun was almost coming up at 6 am so we headed back to our home..... The bus station, where we sat on some comfy, metal chairs, intertwined with our bags and tried to sleep.

Now folks.... I've slept in a tent in the winter, I've slept in a quinzee and I've been so cold that my fingers go white because I've lost circulation, but never, and I say never, have I ever been this cold. I woke up the grumpiest Jeremy I have ever seen and we moved to the slightly warmer cafe for a cup of tea and a "head on the table" sleep session.

We practically split a gut laughing about this later that night, it's nights like this that make a trip interesting and really makes you appreciate that "cold, freezer-like" room in the basement that has a soft bed and so many blankets you feel like you're being crushed.