Milhouse Avenue

I didn't realize when I booked this one exactly how it be. I thought to myself that yeah I can deal with having a fair few beers, but this was five nights of nothing but piss and party. There was two blokes in the room: Daz, a carrot top Aussie who was the classical 'not going to learn your language but I'm going to be extremely Australian and if you don't like it go get fucked' type, and yet somehow he was kind of a good bloke who I could have a laugh and kick around with. The other one, Dicko, was a kiwi with a penchant for powder and a beard like a champion, and a more amiable kinda guy but had a shitty side that came out every now and then. Dicko and Daz. Daz and Dicko. You know what you're in for there.



So the first night I was destroyed and Daz and Dicko were out (I assume) so I crashed in bed hard and slept for aaaaaaages. Woke up in the morning way too early with no idea how to occupy myself so I went for a bit of a walk to find some brekky. Turns out nothing is open at 7am here. It's like maybe 9 for some food. Ended up walking down the road and stumbling across a really nice old building. Thought to myself 'this is nice'. Turns out it was Congresso, the Parliament House of BA. Well found, me.

Congresso Bs As

The next few days were a whirl. After meeting Daz and Dicko over a large quantity of beverages, the days kind of went: Drink till the sun comes up, crash out, wake up with a hangover, start drinking just before the hangover ends in order to re-hydrate and do it all again. We found some cool bar which was thoroughly awesome and I could never find again, which I would later find out was Puerta Roja, and is still awesome.

At some point two girls from Mar Del Plata stayed in our room and Daz tried relatively well to get them in the sack. Dicko had a missus. One morning I awoke to these 4 having a ridiculous pillow fight. You know how sometimes you see American teen movies and they have some shitty scene where everyone has a pillow fight and they all laugh and strengthen the bonds of friendship between them? I fucking cringed, but to be polite, played along. This pretty much describes the entire relationship between myself and Ana, one of the girls, for the rest of the time we hung out.

Now don't get me wrong, Ana is an awesome person. I mentioned offhand that I was heading through MDP and she immediately offered a patch of floor in her house so that is so awesomely cool and I appreciate the hell out of the shitty guest she put up with (more on this later) but we never got past the politeness stage. I can't deal with polite people. Show me some attitude, otherwise I'll be assuming you're passive aggressive as fuck. Anyway, we'll delve into this weird shit later.

At one stage Daz, Dicko and I all went out to a restaurant called "La Cabrera" which is one of the restaurants aimed directly at tourists, but with a twist. It's ULTRA fancy and expensive, but if you go there in the first hour of opening and get your bill before the hour is out you get your meal 40% off. So we went there and stuffed our faces with some of the biggest and tastiest steaks I have ever seen (en seria, era como dos inches grueso) and got 'the expensive wine' - direct quote, thanks Daz - and chucked in 150 pesos each, including a big tip.

So after my days were up, (5 days in a hostel of sluts and drongos - NOT my people) I decided BASTA! And moved out to Palermo.