I couldn't quite believe it was actually here... my last day! Tomorrow I'd be on my way home! An exciting, yet daunting, thought and even though I've known that it would come, it never really seemed real! It's a year ago today that I left home. Waved goodbye to a tearful mum, sister and brother (the latter not so much on the tearful side.. he is a boy after all!) and got on that plane to Bangkok.. had a random toothless man befriend me before I'd even touched down and went on to have one hell of a year.. but we'll come to all that later... I have a last day to make the most of and milk for all I possibly can... bring it on...
... The plan for the day... visit La Boca... see where the afternoon took us... and take in a Tango Show!! So, bright and early... well, ok, at a reasonable hour that was still in the AM, Kate and I,
along with Emily and a friend of hers, headed to La Boca to soak up the sun and vibrant colours and atmosphere the area is famous for... as you can see from the pics.. i think the colours speak for themselves! We spent a lovely few hours wandering around the streets, taking in the artwork lining the avenues, indulging in souvenir buying (we'll gloss over the cheeky purchase of a lush leather bag for myself!), taking piccie's and bumping into, Kate's friend Clint and the American lads we'd bumped into at Recoleta Cemetery... small world eh! Once we'd exhausted the vibrancy of La Boca we all hopped back on the bus towards the hostel... Em and her friend went back to Millhouse while Kate and I decided to stop half way back and make our way to the hostel via the shops.. now there's a surprise eh!?! Although.. our shopping trip was slightly different to our last outings... in that we only made it into one shop... now it might sound a bit half arsed to some of you dedicated shoppers out there but rest assured we made the most of that one shop.... we were in there for 2 hours! Ridiculous given it was actually just a small independent shop, not much bigger than your average living room but packed full of lush things we easily whiled away the time without realising quite how much had passed.... emerging 2 hours later to find our wallets not all that much lighter considering the amount of stuff we'd managed to convince ourselves it would be rude not to buy!!
We did however emerge to find that Buenos Aires was in the grip of a big fat thunder storm though.. not what I requested for my final day... what's that all about!! It was raining beyond belief and so we decided we'd do a mad dash back to the hostel... given our summer attire was soaked through already there seemed little point in getting a taxi or bus or anything! We did end up doing a little detour on the way home though.... half way down Avenida Florida we came across a beauty salon... we'd had a bit of a mission in mind for later but given we'd come across this one now we decided to bring it forward... now, squeamish boys.... avert you're eyes... we were off for a bit of bikini wax action!! Ouch!
Kate has possibly the lowest pain threshold I have ever come across, bless her... even worse than all those men that claim they can handle anything! But she had promised her man that she'd have a little surprise for him on her return home and as this was her last day too it was now or never! I agreed to accompany her knowing how scared she was about it but before the main event she needed a little Dutch courage.... in the form of a good old glass of wine.. or 2!! Well, who was I to complain! We found a little pizza place that served wine too so headed on it and gorged on yum pizza and a couple of cheeky glasses.. then, with the edges blurred, Kate was ready for action...
We headed into the beauty salon and for me what followed rivaled my waxing experience in Cusco.. I mean 2 women 'beavering' away at my bikini line was disturbing enough but at least they spoke a little English... this time, there may only have been one woman but trying to explain what you want in Spanish when all you can really say is 'Un cervesa por favor' is an interesting task.... somehow we managed to fudge our way through it though, with hand signals and broken Spanish, and i survived the ordeal.... I came out to find Kate waiting for me... assuming she'd got through it quicker given she speaks Spanish, it didn't occur to me anything was awry.... until she sheepishly confessed that she hadn't gone through with it..... oh she'd gone in and attempted it but after a lot of palava and some serious, and I mean serious, screaming the house down.. the beauty therapist decided it was time to call it quits... she said she'd never come across anyone that was in that much pain from waxing and she was too worried to carry on! I mean, I knew she had a low pain threshold but for the therapist to refuse to carry on..., man, Kate... fair play for trying.. Dan should be proud!
After the waxing hurdle we headed back to the hostel to get changed in preparation for the tango show... there was lots of us booked to go but by the time we got back to the hostel most of them had gone on ahead already. Unfortunately Kate's pain threshold isn't the only thing that's low... her alcohol tolerance is too... and thanks to the few cheeky glasses of wine for dutch courage earlier... she was now ready for bed... we (Clint and I) did our best to persuade her otherwise, it was her last night too after all, but she was having none of it and by the time we gave up we had missed the start of the show and couldn't get in. I'll be honest, I wasn't overjoyed, I'd wanted to see the show and I'd wanted to spend my last night with Kate out too but fair play if that's what she wanted. In the end, as we'd missed everyone else, Clint and I just headed out for some food to a pub nearby and set the world to rights over a few cheeky drinks. Later on I was feeling guilty for not having managed to catch up with Marco since Creamfields, despite several million attempts of doing so, I didn't want to leave without saying bye at least so Clint and I decided to head to San Telmo in the hope that we'd be able to track him down at his hostel on the way.... once again it didn't quite go as planned, Marco had been expecting to find me at the Tango show but obviously we weren't there so I was hoping to find him back at his hostel but he'd not made it back yet.. but thankfully, Clint being a star, helped me out by using his Spanish to leave a message for him to come find me before I left the next day.
With as much effort made as possible, Clint and I headed to another bar for a nightcap, by this time it was already pretty late and with half a mind to having to get up for my flight the next morning I called it quits after that one and headed back to the hostel. Despite it not being quite the evening I had imagined, it was fun and Clint did a damn good job at entertaining me on my last night! I still couldn't believe that that was it.... trip over... it was only a matter of making it home safely now... and with hugely mixed emotions... I lay my head on my dorm bed pillow for the last time... as top bunks go, it wasn't a bad one to end my dorm days on... and in an en-suite dorm too... which reminds me.. have I told you about the Porn showers??!
along with Emily and a friend of hers, headed to La Boca to soak up the sun and vibrant colours and atmosphere the area is famous for... as you can see from the pics.. i think the colours speak for themselves! We spent a lovely few hours wandering around the streets, taking in the artwork lining the avenues, indulging in souvenir buying (we'll gloss over the cheeky purchase of a lush leather bag for myself!), taking piccie's and bumping into, Kate's friend Clint and the American lads we'd bumped into at Recoleta Cemetery... small world eh! Once we'd exhausted the vibrancy of La Boca we all hopped back on the bus towards the hostel... Em and her friend went back to Millhouse while Kate and I decided to stop half way back and make our way to the hostel via the shops.. now there's a surprise eh!?! Although.. our shopping trip was slightly different to our last outings... in that we only made it into one shop... now it might sound a bit half arsed to some of you dedicated shoppers out there but rest assured we made the most of that one shop.... we were in there for 2 hours! Ridiculous given it was actually just a small independent shop, not much bigger than your average living room but packed full of lush things we easily whiled away the time without realising quite how much had passed.... emerging 2 hours later to find our wallets not all that much lighter considering the amount of stuff we'd managed to convince ourselves it would be rude not to buy!!
Kate has possibly the lowest pain threshold I have ever come across, bless her... even worse than all those men that claim they can handle anything! But she had promised her man that she'd have a little surprise for him on her return home and as this was her last day too it was now or never! I agreed to accompany her knowing how scared she was about it but before the main event she needed a little Dutch courage.... in the form of a good old glass of wine.. or 2!! Well, who was I to complain! We found a little pizza place that served wine too so headed on it and gorged on yum pizza and a couple of cheeky glasses.. then, with the edges blurred, Kate was ready for action...
We headed into the beauty salon and for me what followed rivaled my waxing experience in Cusco.. I mean 2 women 'beavering' away at my bikini line was disturbing enough but at least they spoke a little English... this time, there may only have been one woman but trying to explain what you want in Spanish when all you can really say is 'Un cervesa por favor' is an interesting task.... somehow we managed to fudge our way through it though, with hand signals and broken Spanish, and i survived the ordeal.... I came out to find Kate waiting for me... assuming she'd got through it quicker given she speaks Spanish, it didn't occur to me anything was awry.... until she sheepishly confessed that she hadn't gone through with it..... oh she'd gone in and attempted it but after a lot of palava and some serious, and I mean serious, screaming the house down.. the beauty therapist decided it was time to call it quits... she said she'd never come across anyone that was in that much pain from waxing and she was too worried to carry on! I mean, I knew she had a low pain threshold but for the therapist to refuse to carry on..., man, Kate... fair play for trying.. Dan should be proud!
After the waxing hurdle we headed back to the hostel to get changed in preparation for the tango show... there was lots of us booked to go but by the time we got back to the hostel most of them had gone on ahead already. Unfortunately Kate's pain threshold isn't the only thing that's low... her alcohol tolerance is too... and thanks to the few cheeky glasses of wine for dutch courage earlier... she was now ready for bed... we (Clint and I) did our best to persuade her otherwise, it was her last night too after all, but she was having none of it and by the time we gave up we had missed the start of the show and couldn't get in. I'll be honest, I wasn't overjoyed, I'd wanted to see the show and I'd wanted to spend my last night with Kate out too but fair play if that's what she wanted. In the end, as we'd missed everyone else, Clint and I just headed out for some food to a pub nearby and set the world to rights over a few cheeky drinks. Later on I was feeling guilty for not having managed to catch up with Marco since Creamfields, despite several million attempts of doing so, I didn't want to leave without saying bye at least so Clint and I decided to head to San Telmo in the hope that we'd be able to track him down at his hostel on the way.... once again it didn't quite go as planned, Marco had been expecting to find me at the Tango show but obviously we weren't there so I was hoping to find him back at his hostel but he'd not made it back yet.. but thankfully, Clint being a star, helped me out by using his Spanish to leave a message for him to come find me before I left the next day.
2 comments:
So there was me thinking you might have actually finished off your blog after commenting away on mine?!?!! NO? You've only been home like a year or something!!!
Last DAY in a dorm!??!! That was like 5months ago girl!!
COME ON, YOU CAN DO IT!!! SURELY JUST ONE MORE POST TO GO?!?! Or is the dream over? We don't get to find out if you made it home safe and sound?????
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