Yep. It's over. Done. Finished. Sayonara. Shukran. Shunum Sunum Um Kunur Gudul. In 2.5 hours or so, unless something will go wrong or just as usual I will be late for my flight, mine truly will take a forty pesos taxi to the INTL Airport of Buenos Aires and say Ciao Ciao to this lovely place.
Hold your breath, shake your hips and hope to die... not yet coming back home. Next stop is the one and only Belgrade, Serbia. Mas o Menos 2 weeks down there and I'm back home. I guess it's time to summerize stuff. At least some of them.
Did u know, for example, that the Argentinians pierce the ears of the girls already at the age of 2 days? like 90% of the girls here leave the hospital with ear holes stuffed with a needle and surrounded by an earing . And people say that WE are vicious...
well...hmmm...ear pierce at age 2 days or chopping off a sex organ at the age of 8 days...hmmmm...ok, ok, ok...we still win the vicious scale run, but... u gotta admit their shit is kinda spooky.
I had great two last days. Other than the fact I didn't, after all, drive to Sante Fe (on Monday) to see this player I really like, and that yesterday I didn't find the time to go to the local spa place to get a good massage, I pretty much had a great great time. Spent some hours with local people from the bball scene...made some more new contacts (don't worry sis...no more business cards - at least not from them)...and...well..had a good time with them. Yesterday I mostly went shopping (finally did buy a coat I really really like...felt like a chick for several minutes but it was worth it despite the grand price), and finished the day going out all night with my Australian mate Ivan, that I became friends with at Bariloche, and this American and Norwigian guy.
hmmmm... weird thing. In one of the places this local chick caught a weakness for the guy from Norway, and smeared herself all over him. The poor guy was shocked. Imagine a random guy in Norway, wakes up one morning and hears: "Hey Dude.... guess what... someone came at night and took away all the fishes in Norway!!!". Hmmm...now imagine that guy's shocked face once he gets the shocking news. This is the expression my guy had on his face when the girl marked her Gvulot Gizra on him. Let's say she was on the totalitarian side of the map. Well...I hope he managed.
So the last two days were fun. I never fell in love with Buenos Aires...which mostly offers crazy night life...yet...crazy nightlife i have backhome, if I desire one. It just that the company here wasn't the best ever, and luckily Ivan checked in yesterday's morning and saved my last night.
Hmmm...these guys down here can't cook to save their.... Siesta. Really can't cook. They got very very good meat. the best in the world probably. But...that's about it. whatever demands more touch, attention, talent and well...COOKING SKILLS, is far from great.
So..In the days to come I'll come up with some of the stories I still owe u guys from Argentina. Whatever happens after that...well...I guess we'll have to wait and...wait some more until we see.
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