A 20hour bus ride from iguazu posed for a bit of seat grip entertaining as we were awoken buy howling winds and what could only be descirbed as a tornado by first glance. The wind was shaking the bus and a thick dusty fog whipped up from the surrounding areas made it near impossible to see out the windows. Needless to say we pulled over before this raging weather could be our demise.
Gave it about 30mins to pass to before resuming to journey. Sleeping pretty comfortable squished in the back corner with a local man and 3yr old son that spooned my left arm for the remainder of the trip.
Was at times difficult traveling with our crew of four (me, DC, Matty, jobey) as DC had his surfboard with him, making cab rides interesting.
The deceptive entrance to the millhouse avenue hostel did not allure that a 6 storey amazing party hostel was on the other side.
Checked in and got the grand tour from the lovely recetionist Paula. She loved us and quick became my go to woman for any queries.
Went for a walk around town and made the executive decision to get groceries. Should of learnt from my grocery shopping experience in Rio. All our supplies not moving from the communal fridge and none of us setting foot in the kitchen after their purchase.. Nice one boys
BA is a great city- a lot of travellers favorite. Of a day exploration is the key. By bike we explored the major down town hot spots such as the presidential house Boca and Boca stadium. If there is one thing I missed in BA it was that I disappointedly didn't make it to a football match. Very expensive but supposed to be well worth it.
Buenos Aries is critically acclaimed for its party life style, which is border line ridiculous. The locals (who aren't working) literally party all night and the gringos like myself that try and keep up can nearly be sleeping all day. I don't know how they do it.
Mario; who I will only touch on briefly made a living out of helping to assist these gringos to reach there party potential via a mear cab ride.

The millhouse avenue hostel where we stayed has a sister hostel known as the millhouse hipo. The two exchanged their venues for party hosting night by night. These parties were sick! 11-2am and then head out to the clubs till around 6 or 7am. The hostel would always have regularly advertised which club we should be attending on that particular night.
While my memory of these clubs is quite vague I do remember have a great time at a club called lost. Suitably named as I lost the f***en plot.
Watching two groups of about 10 engaging in a legitimate breakdancing dance off was unreal.. They were throwing down pretty hard and serving each other right up in their grills !!
Once again I had developed a reputation throughout both of the milhouse franchises that saw me encounter people of a morning that "allegedly" I had been conversing with the night prior ..
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The food or more specifically the steak has to be one of buenos Aries (actually Argentina as a whole) key attractions. After a suggestion from the lonely planet stating that if you are to eat only one steak in South America make it this one... La Carbrerra. Expensive but worth the encounter with some Argentinas finest culinary. A 600g rib eye steak accompanied by plenty of sides and sources. Took a good 90 minutes to get to our plates but was a mouth watering feast. The piece of meat was easily enough to feed an entire family... Was finding it hard to stomach with about a 3rd left as the centre was still mooing and spitting claret at me. The waiter quite embarrassed hurried off with it and returned shortly after with an entire rack of beef ribs ... Gave all the boys a sample and we were well and truly comatised.
Was just the relaxant we needed before a big day/night that would follow ...