This was all we had .... a fanny pack each.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. It was a nice, quaint house and 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 the big city of Corboda right after that. Following the interesting process of shoving our backpacks into lockers we hopped on a bus with nothing in hand except for a fanny for Oktoberfest in a nearby town. 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 sort which included 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 dancing 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.
It was a really fun experience, but after so much time in bus stations and without hostels we decided to stay awhile in Buenos Aires......
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. It was a nice, quaint house and 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 the big city of Corboda right after that. Following the interesting process of shoving our backpacks into lockers we hopped on a bus with nothing in hand except for a fanny for Oktoberfest in a nearby town. 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 sort which included 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 dancing 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.
It was a really fun experience, but after so much time in bus stations and without hostels we decided to stay awhile in Buenos Aires......
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