A short 4 hour bus trip to Rosario and then on to the hostel....which was called Hostel Rosario Freedom.

Where do I start ~ the only thing that had freedom here were the mites living in the beds and the drugged out idiots running the place. Upon arrival they told us in a very Cheech and Chong way that "Our room wasn't quite ready yet as there was somebody sleeping in it and they couldn't find the key"

For the time being we were "allowed" to leave our things in a 4 bed dormitory which was currently unoccupied. We entered this room to be greeted physically by the mattresses. These things were literally a slab of foam with some rotten cotten surrounding them. Prior to this we were willing to give this place a go ~ No longer was the case Kemosabe.

So kindly I asked for the password for the Wifi Internet and decided to head down stairs to the "common" area to look for somewhere else. Once again the only thing that was common was the amount of people rolling up funk doobies {joints} at 2 in the afternoon. Whilst frantically searching on the internet for absolutely anything with 4 walls and a bed, the possible owner or longtime occupier / squatter who was an already drunk 40/50 yr old guy came up to us insisting on telling us a joke "Why is Riquelme always happy?" to which I answered I don't know "Because it is night" - Am positive nothing was lost in the translation. Timmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeee to leave quick smart.

A guy we met in one of our previous hostels had recommended another place aptly named Hotel Britannia which we headed to at a steady pace. We got there, there were rooms available and there were no drug addicts which ticked all the criteria for a good nights sleep.

All this just to see the birth place of Che Guevarra which we did. This whole episode aside the town was pretty nice, we spent a really nice post traumatic afternoon watching the world go by finished with a now customary game of s***head and a bottle of the local plonk.