My My, What a bloody week.
I´ve survived despite the shit internet connections, shit mobile network, shit weather and shit spanish conversational skills.
No, really. BA is a slow burner, I´m really starting to like it, you just have to sit back, relax, embrace technology like it´s 1984, nod and say si, and avoid small dirty thieving children on the streets.
Things are on the up, I escaped the vampire host, survived nearly a week with no vegetables. Moved to a hostel which is sane by day and just not right by night. Thumping techno will haunt me for months to come i fear. I regularly wake up for ´school´to find people have lost their way... in more ways than one. This, might i add, is a state I hope to find myself in when my spanish motherfucking school is finished. When I woke up this morning most people were going to bed, they must think im a big fat party pooping gay.
Went to see the Bocca Juniors play (football) and was advised to move to an area where the away fans wouldn´t `piss on us´. Yes, that´s right, I came very close to a golden shower.
All this tomfoolery aside, I´m itching to get on the road... the long 55hour road to La Paz...
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