Paris of the Americas

We exited the Catamaran and took taxis to our hotel, the Hotel Carrson in Microcentro Buenos Aires. It is considered a 4 star hotel and is super nice compared to some of the accomodations we recently stayed at in Uruguay. We dropped our bags off and split into a few groups. The women went shopping, the men went looking for food. Luckily Barbara came with the men. She had a place in mind so we followed her out to the waterfront and started walking. And walking. And walking. It took us about an hour to finally arrive at our destination. An all you can eat meat restaurant that serves up some of the tastiest BBQ ever. Including all kinds of meat including Bife de Chorizo (ribeye steak), pot roast, pork, sausage, blood sausage, and kidneys and intestine. I tried both of those and quite honestly, they weren't bad. Texture was a little funky on the intestines, but quite edible. The all you can eat includes a liter of whatever drink you want (we chose beer so we got 6 liters of beer for the table. That's a GALLON and a half!) and also includes dessert. I got a chocolate lava cake. We ate our fill and took cabs back to the hotel (we didn't want to walk another 30 minutes back) to get some rest before heading out relatively early to see a special show. We reconvened at 6 to head over to a special percussion show by a group called La Bamba de Tiempo. This was a group that had been travelling for a year and this show was the last one before they took a break.

It was awesome.

Unfortunately, one of the girls had a little too much to drink and caused some problems within the group by acting quite bratty. It was an embarrassing display that caused quite a bit of tension within the group including a few threats by the tour leader that they were about to be kicked out of the group. Me, being one to never quite keep the filter on, had some choice words for the guilty party as well. Despite this, we managed to get her into a cab and back to the hotel and into her room, then the rest of us went back out for another few drinks at a local hostel. On the way back we stopped at a minimart that's open 25(!) hours a day! WOW!!! That's amazing! And when we were there we heard Thom sneeze. We turned and said "where is she?" and he goes "No, you fuckers, your theory is flawed, there is noone." Just as he said that, a girl walks up behind and to the minimart. We all just about threw up laughing so hard. We returned around 1am with the first day in Buenos Aires in the books. It was a great day/evening but interesting day that would spill over into the next evening as well. I think the time together is starting to get to a few people and though it's going to be a sad last day, some are ready to move on. But we also knew that the last day meant the final meal, and that final meal was going to be the steak of all steaks. The famous Argentine meat cooked to order we've been hearing about for weeks. Would it live up to its reputation? We would have to see.