My last whole day in Buenos Aires;
Steve and James were suddenly wielding new English books, so I asked where they got them, and hastened to the shop. The shop is a second-hand bookstore (I’m not complaining, I’m cheering) where I bought, Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain and after lots of searching, Post-Captain by Patrick O’Brien; I had the read the first in the series some time ago, and absolutely loved it.
When I got back it was around 12 o’clock, and about 10 of us gathered to go play football, and as we were leaving the hostel, picked up 2 Israeli’s, making it a total of 12, 6 vs. 6.
The first two pitches we went to were in use, so we played in one of the parks, and it really was a lot of fun. I have always played defender, so I didn’t score any goals, but it was still great fun. I didn’t really know all who went for the game, but those I do know are Chris, Danny, Darren, Eddie and Steve. The rest were mainly people from other floors on the hostel, but that didn’t matter, they were all good fun.
For dinner I went to the supermarket and bought some pasta with carbonara sauce, but I didn’t have any milk for the sauce, so it was mainly just flavoured water which I poured over my pasta, just like in Punta Arenas (not sure I wrote about that incident, but I sure do remember it).
It was followed by 5 of us (Eddie, Jane, Becky, Eddie and me), who sat down out on the terrace and talked for a long while, and then we were joined by more and more people as time went, and by the time I went to bed around midnight, there was more than 20 people.
On this day it really felt like I didn’t see that much, but I did oh so much; of my 3 days in Buenos Aires, this was the second best (after the Recoleta day). That’s not to say that the first full day was bad, Buenos Aires is just so big and crazy.