3rd post.

All right! The day before yesterday is nothing to write about. Until in the evening of course. That´s when i took Rob and Jenna to El Desnivel, the steak house from saturday. And boy, is that a great beef. Makes it totally worth it smelling like one yourself afterwards. After that, we hit a very charming little joint a little further down the street. Also kind of a strange place in the sense of the Bloody Mary not being one, and that they played Mos Def(!). oh lord. Although the following party at the 2nd Milhouse hostel would end shortly upon our arrival, we were sent to the club further down the Hipolito street where the party continued like indefinitely. How could i give in any sooner than 6 AM when they played songs like Boombastic and Wannabe??

For yesterday i had no plans. Just knew that i had to leave town. So after a quick pizza breakfast, i went to the travel agency to purchase the bus ticket for 6 pm. Good! Still 5 hours to spend in BA. Decided to join Jenna and Rob for a bike trip through town in the search for a yellow fever vaccine for Jen. At the point when she found one, sadly, i had to leave for the hostel before she got back. Had to get on the subway at 5 in order to be at the Retiro bus station at 5:15. This would prove a greater challenge then i had imagined.

The first train who came on line C was packed like a japanese train during rush hour. Fortunately, the second one was almost empty, so i got on standing next to a guy who looked like he was looking for something. Now, the receptionist had told me to hold on to my stuff, so i really concentrated on doing so. When the train stopped on the next station, the guy next to me got up, and made a sign like i should move further to the right in order for him to get off. So as i take the hands out of my pocket to move my stuff, i feel another hand moving into my pocket. And not just any pocket. It was the pocket where i kept my phone and like 600 pesos (800 kr) in bills. God knows why i had the phone in my pocket. I had practically no use for it until i sat on the bus. Fortunately i could put the hand in my pocket soon enough before the guy got to take anything. This event was followed by him pretending like nothing and leaving the train. i had my large backpack on the pack and the small one on my stomach with both hands in my pockets for the rest of the search for my bus.

Upon arrival at the ginormous bus station of retiro, i had to ask like five different guys for the way, until the first person who could speak any english told me that i had accidentally reached the right platform area. It was 5:40 - twenty minutes before departure. He said that the bus was a little delayed, so i just stood there assuming he would make contact once the right bus showed - especially since i made contact twice before departure to make sure the bus hadn`t come. at 6:10, he came up to me and asked me why i hadn`t got on the bus. It had left five minutes ago. My god! He offered to drive me to the next terminal for 200 pesos. Pretty steep, but still cheaper than getting another ticket. So, in the end, i got on the bus. My first discovery was that the amount of aircondition was not at all short of the amount that i had been warned about. I sort of managed to fight it, although feeling a little groggy.

Well, anyhow, after a shower, and some re-packing, i`m ready to check out what salta has to offer.

later!