The bus journey from the falls to B.A was always gonna be a long one at 20hours but in total it was 28hours..!! Along the way I saw some great sites but also some very strange ones, hick like country folk and brothers that could easy say "my mothers my sister" but none of that could prepare for the wake up call I was to receive at 3:42am...!!
So many of you won't know that the road we where taking skims along the border of Argentina and Uruguay which means many border crossing officers or army I don't know there official name, so although we wasn't going into Uruguay we had to pass crossing points and check points... So at 3:40am I'm happily sleeping with an empty chair next to me, which like on planes is a major bonus if you get it, when we stop... Now this doesn't wake me but I do have a realisation that we have stopped... A whole two minutes later I get a very heavy prodding in the shoulder, now it's not a hand like a mother of grandmother would place on your shoulder to wake you, oh no it was a solid push as if to say wake the fcuk up I want words...
So I play it kool, I give a cheeky stretch and open my eyes to see the waker is an army check point official, who must have been bullied at school...! He has the butt of his GUN in my shoulder, a moustache like a porn star and the scars only falling from a sledge down the bunny bank could bring, the bus attendant Is next to him saying "he wants you passport, documents, and would like to know what all this is in the cool bag"
Well readers you can imagine my thoughts, no where to run but also nothing to hide... I pass over the documents and the medical note in English explaining why I'm carrying insulin, and casually go to show him my wrist with tattoo that says I'm type one diabetic... At this point I think he just wanted to shot someone or just avenge the bully he had at school, because I kid you not readers, the gun was turned and In my chest quicker than I could say "I'm diabetic"... Some women screams a little, an old women clasps her face and the bus attendant nearly faints... I just sit there (s***ting my pants) and casually say "Este es mi medicamento" (this is my medication) he looks at the attendant who nods, throws all my paperwork onto the seat and storms off like I'd just popped his football... We as one on the bus all let out a sign of relief and carry on with our journey to B.A...
Once in B.A the hostel is a great but I soon realise its also used as a Spanish school and always have people taking lessons or studying so I move to cha lagarta down the road, I did spend couple days there before moving but think it was the site of the two boring Manchester chicks checking in that made my mind up...
We was living the dream here, I had managed to hook up with Canadian kevin who I meet in florianopolis and we arranged to go meet fede who lived in B.A and was also in florianopolis... He took us for an amazing steak meal and showed us some great sites... We went to a mbonga show which was a gig with loads of drummers etc...
We spent our days in museums, parks and weighing Chinese food... This wasn't to pay our rent but it's a great idea for a snack restaurant... Walk in pick up a plate and select any food you like... Then weigh it, pay it and eat it..!! We eat there so much that I soon realised they have plastic take away boxes, "so what" I hear you say.... Well what weighs more the chicken or the egg..?! Haha the plastic plates where great as they could be used and pay less... Professional I hear you shout well we had become as professional at weigh it, eat it, pay it restaurants as you could be when I received the email...?!
The sweds where on there way, at this point I feel they deserve names but I also like to think being the "sweds" adds to the mystery and adventure... We meet up with them and all stay at the same hostel becoming friends with another European from holland... We hang out and play ping pong, cards and make dinners... It's good although the Canadian struggled to settle in with the group a little... Dutchie was an added bonus to the group and great company, we all visited a theme park about Jesus and Bethlehem together, saw polo matches, and myself and the sweds went and saw a boca juniors game... Very loud, passionate and intense, we saw a score draw so that was good... I think it was this night that Canadian kev (who has blocked me on Facebook now) was found doing spiderman impressions... Apparently someone locked him In the dorm and rather than scream and shout and bang on the door he decided to climb out the window, 3floors up, and balance on half a brick to get down... I would guess about 25ft up... One the hostel workers spots him and goes mad like the sandman does at spiderman..!! They unlock his door and tell him that if he carries on with this behaviour then he will have to leave... We can laugh and joke now but at time they wasn't happy... I would have made more fun and better a story of this but as I must have offended him along the way somewhere fcuk him... It stays a simple unfunny story...
As a group we all travelled to Mendoza on another night bus, one my favourite journeys for reason I may or may not reveal in the next chapter:
Mendoza and pooing like a Muddy waterfall, hot dogs that make you go ohhhh, kidnapped laundry and my first skydive....

Peace out much love mick xxx